Perhaps you are wondering, dear reader,
why this past week,
pages have remained empty
and I’ve had few words to spare.
The muse has been off wandering, dear reader,
the lost phrases to seek,
but you need not despair.
My mind succumbed not to laundering, dear reader,
for from dark recesses now do peek
a sentence here and there.
Writing is a kind of blundering, dear reader,
a constant tongue in cheek,
best tasted when shared.
So beware, dear reader, beware.
The muse has returned and reawakened.
Read on if you dare . . .