Bad poetry
This was written on the fly as I sat on the steps of a church in a geocache log in response to not finding the cache.
Your cache I say Appears to have gone away The bush that was, has gone it's true I think you know what to do. Archive or replace Stares you in the face Thank you for the walk out here As it's too early for a beer I will go and pay the fee For a nice coffee I'll say so long And now I'm gone.
This was the, what is becoming, normal words coalescing in what passes for my mind.
This life it really is a cow it's just kicked me, and how. For this anxiety I'll go an have a cup of tea.
And um…
They are rough around the edges, Just like a cough from Benson and Hedges.
Your cache I say Appears to have gone away The bush that was, has gone it's true I think you know what to do. Archive or replace Stares you in the face Thank you for the walk out here As it's too early for a beer I will go and pay the fee For a nice coffee I'll say so long And now I'm gone.
This was the, what is becoming, normal words coalescing in what passes for my mind.
This life it really is a cow it's just kicked me, and how. For this anxiety I'll go an have a cup of tea.
And um…
They are rough around the edges, Just like a cough from Benson and Hedges.