A poem
“Out” by yours truly
My pen hath gone out of ink,
And the blank page could make you blink,
But I still think what I think.
I don’t mind if you wink.
If you come to my bar, I’ll buy you a drink.
The Book of the Irish Bulls – On Sale Now
The Book of the Irish Bulls – On Sale Now
A poem
“Out” by yours truly
My pen hath gone out of ink,
And the blank page could make you blink,
But I still think what I think.
I don’t mind if you wink.
If you come to my bar, I’ll buy you a drink.