More HOT AIR!!!
C. J. Black.
A poem, quickly, release it from its box
Man, but you are a clever fox?
As words at will you keep on weaving?
Nose to the grindstone, no thoughts of leaving.
Words, they keep the juices flowing
My trumpet I’ll continue blowing
Did I hear someone say – HOT AIR ?
Now that’s a bit harsh, even unfair?
For allowing me to grace your stage
Thank you to all who engage –
In your likes and commenting
Skip on now to the next poet lamenting.
C. J. Black©β