winter poem (for newsclippings and rowens)

[rowens]

It might be unfair to critique work that has my name on it. And who wouldn't want their name filed alongside Newsclippy? She might not know it yet, but she has talent that's growing.

I also can't critique because I'm drinking and have drunk.

In America we drink Absinthe right out of the bottle, because French is a synonym for gay. Not that gay's bad when I'm drunk. It gets me to the same place.

It's not winter, it's spring!

May Day was dark and gloomy.
May-eve was dark and gloomy, and I did something bad.

But I have wine and beer in abundance left over.

I'll get back to this poem, if I haven't drunkenly pig's-arsed it.

I don't think one post can do that, now.