I wrote these earlier this year.
Sitting in his favorite chair
Practicing guitar to play at the fair
With strings that were new
Fingers flying, music everywhere
In a town by the edge of a bay
A fisherman sat on a new bale of hay
He hated the water and
Now old, he knew he oughta
Live on the land, at last, hurray
He researched, read, and reviewed
New books, a magazine or two
The information was corny,
“Nothing informed me!”
He’s now in a book dilemma stew.
The lawyer presented his case
To a judge who in posthaste,
Said, “what is your evidence,
Be quick, or lose any semblance,
Of my respect and become a disgrace.”
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