No Season

I have no season
For each is a reason
Because I just write
Morning noon and night

 Though easier it is to do
When I'm not sweated through
And cursing the heat
The summer has it does
The goodly fuel
Of movies cool

 But still I be
Writing happily
As the heat I overcome
But I'd be dumb
Not to ask
Brother can you spare
Some conditioned air

 Or better yet
Buy a shirt
And be a peach
Petrie to peach you see
Ain't not far at all
Like a little fall
Like me I guess
As born in fall I was
Though that makes no sense
It works enough
To make me happy
And pat myself
Yes on my back

 So there ain't no season
In which I write best
Though I could make a point
In finding out
As I keep my stats
Or endeavour to
I sometimes fail I do

 I just write
Which might be why
You don't read
Since I edit not
And haven't a publisher
To call my own
And maybe never will
But that won't stop me no
Only death or disease
Can stop me yes
That I profess
My goodly intent 
To be the writer beyond
Because writing's my jam
Won't you be my toast

Charles Petrie

Date
08-05-19

Time
09:09-09:23=14

Word Count
214

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