There once was a writer from St. Paul
Who was sure he could write it all:
Poetry or prose,
Essays about his toes.
But his tax checks always had a shortfall.
There once was a writer from St. Paul
Who was sure he could write it all:
Poetry or prose,
Essays about his toes.
But his tax checks always had a shortfall.
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
