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This Is It, Folks

I’d like to come and cheer you up with a special song or ditty.
I’d like to write a comic treatsie to show you I’m quite witty.

I’d like to write a story that only QuillDancer could pen,
Or I’d like to write a lovely poem and all your affections win.

I’d like to do whatever it takes to keep you in this spot,
But this nonsense poem, I’m sorry to say, is really all I’ve got.

For those of you who’ve waited all night for this pathetic verse:
Now aren’t you sorry that you thought my silence was a curse?

Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives on The Big Island in Hawaii. When she is not hanging out with Amoeba, she is likely teaching or sewing. Or she could be cooking, taking photographs, or even writing. But if she's not doing any of that, she's probably on Facebook or tinkering with her blog.

7 Comments

  2. The poem you wrote is quite nice
    In fact I had to read it twice
    We kmow you will be busy
    So don’t go in a tizzy
    Whatever you write will suffice.

    Well, I tried…

  4. In the dark night streets the Plum did walk,
    The Big Red Jellybean to stalk,
    The night was cold and the wind was howling,
    And all the prowlers were a-prowling.

  7. Quilldancer, you are a poet who didn’t even know it.

    Ka Thump Thump (the sound of a drum)

    Later

    Bill

    PS. today was a day for being Wishie/Washie. I’ve changed the Templates at least 3 times.

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