A poem a day keeps the critics away.
At least in your mindset.
You can always say some day,
“Every storm has a sunset”
Let them dig you out of a hole.
If those moles can do better,
make them prove their goal.
Two can dig that game forever.
I am an amateur and know it.
A lover of nature. My fete show it.
Just tripping along till I bong the gong.
If I don’t get it why don’t you edit?
Cuz AI is here. So let’s have a beer.
It’ll make whatever we do look better.
More info in from year to year.
Who’s going to choose the weather?
I end it at that.
A warm-up to bat.
Let the bat fly out of my hands.
Strike 3 maybe or into the stands.
Now dear fans my advice.
Suppose you’re in a heat.
Watch the runners fly by nice.
Then go on a retreat.
Of course I’m catholic, you silly savage!
And I don’t change my underwear every week.
Perhaps if I’m comely I’ll reach the peak.
“All is luck” goes the brand new adage.