Still stalled on my latest novella on politics but don’t want give it up just yet.
Here is a new poem.
“Maraschino” by yours truly
The cherry juice fell by mistake upon your shorts.
The shorts were chartreuse in color.
Don’t worry brother
(Not even if there won’t be another).
You could soon recover.
Sometimes life is like a choking noose
But it may be a ruse.
Just hang loose mongoose.
Maraschino cherry.
Verry.