But the Idea Gets Across
Rythme, ryhmn, broken time,
I write as rough as the edge of a dime.
Thoughts, themes, ideas, schemes,
I've got plenty of them, in my dreams....
Smoothness? Yes, sir!
I will try,
But like the dime,
That's rough on edge,
My works pass on in time,
And they act as though a wedge.
Place them in their right spots,
And watch them open your thoughts.
Read them when they're red hot,
And you'll like what you have bought.
The price is not in money,
But the time is what it costs.
They may not read like honey,
But the idea gets across.
Copyright © 1967-2009
Roger C. Bull