don’t know what I might’ve done to render the Scribbler blog invisible
so I guess it’s good to have this one as a spare?
Reading articles on the internet
about life prior to the internet
had this mustang’s head going nod, nod, nod
especially the smut magazine lines,
as in haywire action in the nerves;
sometimes angels would leave one in the woods.
So the old moratorium arose
or the old moratorium idea,
due to simple sunsets and sunrises;
lasted a good five hours, and by god
a bunch of them codgers hit a bullseye.
Yet. Blogging kitchen poetry is dope.