I Always Knew Would Be Some Sort

Children Seem Naturally Drawn To Poetry - It's Some Combination Of The Rhyme, Rhythm, And The Words Themselves.

Otherwise I Don't Read Much Adult Poetry At All, Because I'm Not Smart Enough And Mostly I Don't Get It.

His Blood Is Black And Boiling Hot, He Gurgles Ghastly Groans. He'll Cook You In His Dinner Pot, Your Skin, Your Flesh, Your Bones.

I'm Working Now On A Collection Of Shakespearean Sonnets, About 100 Of Them, That I May Publish If Anyone's Interested. My Take On Life Is A Little Different From The Bard's.

She Comes By Night, In Fearsome Flight, In Garments Black As Pitch, The Queen Of Doom Upon Her Broom, The Wild And Wicked Witch.