Righting Words
Another poem for my Violet
I like to right,
I am doing all write.
I do it with my mite.
I am swiping at a might.
I have my site,and
I can see you at my sight.
I am very slough,but
they slow as they go by.
AND the way is sheared
by all the wind,
AND the way is sheered
by all the dressers.
Love is a word you knoe,
but luv is knot,it does not
even register,but you still
have thyme to find a rhyme
I do knoe its time.
