Perhaps pilfered poems
should send suspicious signals
about an author.
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Being a synthesis of one writer's two favorite pastimes: writing and avoiding writing.
If you're good at something, never do it for free.
"Why a writing blog, Steve?"
"It's not a writing blog."
"But you're a writer."
"When a chef pours himself a bowl of cereal, is he cheffing? This isn't for real. It's a place to play. A play blog."
"What kind of writer uses the word 'cheffing'?
"The kind that has a play blog."
"It's not a writing blog."
"But you're a writer."
"When a chef pours himself a bowl of cereal, is he cheffing? This isn't for real. It's a place to play. A play blog."
"What kind of writer uses the word 'cheffing'?
"The kind that has a play blog."
3 comments:
Xavier is learning about syllables in school and wants to tell you that "poems" has two syllables.
And do bats really have bittens??
That's crazy... Like the cry of the wild tit mouse.
Maybe south of the Mason-Dixon it does. ("Teacher, ah've got a new po-em over he-ah.")
Or, if you like, how about "po'ms"?
[Pinch-em.]
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