Writing, Writing, Writing (Just Silly)

Writing, Writing, Writing It Is really quite exciting Just writing, writing, writing All day…………. It really is surprising My words they come out mizeing Flowing in their own sort of way No plan for this old story No time for guts and glory Just going with the flow as they appear Words fighting for ignition And endless recognition Lining up to jump on to the page It’s a crazy thing this writing And the words that I’m inviting Are streaming forth and dancing as they rage To tell their own sweet story And claim their endless glory Though all I do is kindly set the stage Creating a little humour Could this one be a boomer Or will it be quite totally ignored? I do not know the ending This poem is still pending And it may not make the cut on it’s accord.