Are we an item? When she asked me this question I cringed, I smiled, I stuttered For it was a question I was expecting but not so soon It was a discussion I had tactfully avoided Partly for fear of not knowing how to choose my words Partly for not being sure of myself and … Continue reading Item


I stand accused. 

​I stand accused I stand accused of being dumb headed Of being that slow poke Who cant get the correct answer to mentals Or always gets the answer after the brain has registered the touch of the cane But it is a bit too late I have been accused I stand accused of being good … Continue reading I stand accused.