The blog is being written,
Soon it will be read.
Who knows what thoughts
Will go through my head?
Why write in verse?
I really do not know.
But today it would seem
The way words want to flow.
The weekend draws to a close,
Three days have passed,
I sure hope the work week
Will go by as fast.
We sat by the campfire
on Saturday night,
After the rain, we were warmed
By the flames burning bright.
On Sunday I drew
The strips for the week,
My software was buggy
My ire did it it pique.
The Amello set
Of mash-ups is drawn
The colouring remains,
Before I can move on.
If all goes to plan,
Soon I will play,
Star Wars the RPG
At Les Dés Truqués.
I asked if there was interest
And it turns out there is.
Will anybody show up?
The question that remains ’tis.
That was a tough one.
And kind of a cop out.
Rhyming is with ’tis
Is nothing to be proud ’bout.
I think it’s a sign,
When the word play gets so bleak,
To say have a good seven folks,
We’ll do this again next week.