There one was a writer named Flynn, /
Who had trouble knowing where to begin. /
In medias res, /
he heard was the place. /
but he didn’t know how to get in.
There one was a writer named Flynn, /
Who had trouble knowing where to begin. /
In medias res, /
he heard was the place. /
but he didn’t know how to get in.
Filed under 2022, Monday morning writing joke, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
