A little rhyme and meter

Here I toil with furrowed brow
Through memory’s mud I dredge and plow
Through the fog to grasp the chance
To bring forth tales of happenstance

Letters from the QWERTY jumble
Attempt to place with little fumble
Finding phonics single fingered
Webster’s ulcer constant linger

Be it numerous tales of blue collar folly
Or Michelin Women as big as a trolley
Escapades of a caveman in civilization
Oblivious reaction to the female persuasion

A boisterous blues/rock band playing the loop
In dive bars, and greenhouses, and old chicken coups
An assortment of occasions of hyper caffeination
A zombie apocalypse from rampant imagination

So join me on this joyride down Recollection Avenue
With an in-transit meal of memory you can chew
I promise a cavalcade of stories and fun
In the forth coming year of two zero one one