Poet: Bless me, Father, for I am a poet, and I have no idea what that means. Priest: I absolve you from your sin. […]
What if inspiration struck, and this happened to you? Our poor Poet never seems to find his sweet spot.
The poet writes again, and the sky’s the limit.
If you’ve been following our Poet, you know he got his poetic license back, but only on probation. Community service: write for the Local Senior Ladies Club.
The Poet enters a plea to get his poetic license back.
In the last edition of the ‘The Poet, ‘ our wordsmith lost his poetic license and turned to journalism. Here he is, on the new job…