I was relieving a friend, "Jess-Jess", at one of the radio consoles at work just now...and beingbored, I left her a nonsense poem. And then I realized I hadn't really written one since "Candy Covered Polka-Dots" I should get back to those...they were always fun.
Drinking Dr. Better
There are bloomers in my femur,
My jugular demands a truce.
There's no sanity in quixotic ink
So, I twist the ocean,
Drink my juice.
That is all friends.