A Tale Of Blank
What if blank
The star of the story
Sought no glory
And sought instead
The simple life
That he once knew
But had to do
Well that my friend
Because ain't no enemy
Would be reading me
Whether I know you at all
I think well of you
But have to keep to myself
The details yes
Of what I'm thinking
I'm a writer see
Yeah I like to state the obvious
Because what's a blog
Without a writer
To fill it with words
So as easily as it would be
To lay it all out
For you to wonder yourself
I'll keep it in my head
And do differently instead
A little planning
Of this humble little tale
So instead of failing
I'll get to the sailing
Past the cutting rocks
That sink my goodly ships
Metaphorically speaking
Aye the stories started
That I never finish
Save for one or two
Or some such number low
I don't know
But that is not the point
Though deep into
My twentieth year
Of writing yes
Each and every single day
Save for those I didn't
Which numbers but 21
That's to the bad
Which ain't bad at all
When the good it is
Yes so much greater
As the math is simple
Which is how I like it best
I'm a writer see
And I don't do numbers
Like a mathist does
Though it's also fair to say
I don't do the words
As a writer neither
If my goodly aim
Is to be but published
When I can't say finished
With any ease
But failed alas
Oh I can say me that
As easily as I breathe
For the starting of stories
That's such an easy thing
I can do it yes
But less and less
Do I walk along its path
Before the garden weeds
Grow far beyond
Mine own ability
To keep them at bay
So failure eh
Is my result
Yeah I can write
In goodly verse
And readable prose
Because even shit
To wit
That story you hated
Be it about the sparkling ones
The menacing shark
Pick your poison
Someone thought it worth
A little goodly effort
They bound within a book
You thought but worth a look
That can still be me
If I finish a story
Then chase the glory
In the goodly form
Of the hardful work
Of editing much
Made all the easier
By the dint of planning
Because I can pants no more
And must plan instead
No matter the dread
That it fills me with
If I want my chance
I have to learn the dance
And actually hie my ass
From start to finish
The way that it should be
Yes normally
Instead of once
In something like
A moon turned blue
But I digress
Because this all started
With a good what if
No not the Marvelous kind
Which they don't own
As more than a title
Because stories one and all
Are that in spades
So the hero had a life
That yes he loved
Which means he's likely got
A little time lived
And could well be
As old as me
Just better traveled down the path
As he's lost more
But by that same token
Though it's broken
He has more good cause
To fix it yes
And claim it back
Intrigued are you
Well you know where
Yes where to to find me
Because I am here
Yes here to stay
Though my time today is done
I'll be back again
In a day or less indeed
Maybe you'll chance to read
Some tail of mine
Whether it's this one yes
Newly popped in my head
Or an older one revived
Only time will tell
But I believe in me
And think that I can sell
A story or two
I just gotta do
What writers have always done
And finish a book
Or just a story
Maybe I'm not cut out
For the length of a novel
But I can write a tale
So what if Blank
Had to do a thing
To get himself back
What he had lost
No matter the cost
Sure sounds like fun
With a little work
I can get it done
And before your eyes
For you to read
At least that's the plan
Only time will tell
Yeah blah blah blah
Charles Petrie
Date
07-08-2019
Time
07:54-09:17=83 Minutes
Word Count
727
The star of the story
Sought no glory
And sought instead
The simple life
That he once knew
But had to do
Well that my friend
Because ain't no enemy
Would be reading me
Whether I know you at all
I think well of you
But have to keep to myself
The details yes
Of what I'm thinking
I'm a writer see
Yeah I like to state the obvious
Because what's a blog
Without a writer
To fill it with words
So as easily as it would be
To lay it all out
For you to wonder yourself
I'll keep it in my head
And do differently instead
A little planning
Of this humble little tale
So instead of failing
I'll get to the sailing
Past the cutting rocks
That sink my goodly ships
Metaphorically speaking
Aye the stories started
That I never finish
Save for one or two
Or some such number low
I don't know
But that is not the point
Though deep into
My twentieth year
Of writing yes
Each and every single day
Save for those I didn't
Which numbers but 21
That's to the bad
Which ain't bad at all
When the good it is
Yes so much greater
As the math is simple
Which is how I like it best
I'm a writer see
And I don't do numbers
Like a mathist does
Though it's also fair to say
I don't do the words
As a writer neither
If my goodly aim
Is to be but published
When I can't say finished
With any ease
But failed alas
Oh I can say me that
As easily as I breathe
For the starting of stories
That's such an easy thing
I can do it yes
But less and less
Do I walk along its path
Before the garden weeds
Grow far beyond
Mine own ability
To keep them at bay
So failure eh
Is my result
Yeah I can write
In goodly verse
And readable prose
Because even shit
To wit
That story you hated
Be it about the sparkling ones
The menacing shark
Pick your poison
Someone thought it worth
A little goodly effort
They bound within a book
You thought but worth a look
That can still be me
If I finish a story
Then chase the glory
In the goodly form
Of the hardful work
Of editing much
Made all the easier
By the dint of planning
Because I can pants no more
And must plan instead
No matter the dread
That it fills me with
If I want my chance
I have to learn the dance
And actually hie my ass
From start to finish
The way that it should be
Yes normally
Instead of once
In something like
A moon turned blue
But I digress
Because this all started
With a good what if
No not the Marvelous kind
Which they don't own
As more than a title
Because stories one and all
Are that in spades
So the hero had a life
That yes he loved
Which means he's likely got
A little time lived
And could well be
As old as me
Just better traveled down the path
As he's lost more
But by that same token
Though it's broken
He has more good cause
To fix it yes
And claim it back
Intrigued are you
Well you know where
Yes where to to find me
Because I am here
Yes here to stay
Though my time today is done
I'll be back again
In a day or less indeed
Maybe you'll chance to read
Some tail of mine
Whether it's this one yes
Newly popped in my head
Or an older one revived
Only time will tell
But I believe in me
And think that I can sell
A story or two
I just gotta do
What writers have always done
And finish a book
Or just a story
Maybe I'm not cut out
For the length of a novel
But I can write a tale
So what if Blank
Had to do a thing
To get himself back
What he had lost
No matter the cost
Sure sounds like fun
With a little work
I can get it done
And before your eyes
For you to read
At least that's the plan
Only time will tell
Yeah blah blah blah
Charles Petrie
Date
07-08-2019
Time
07:54-09:17=83 Minutes
Word Count
727
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