Monthly Archives: March 2017

There’s a woman named Mabel Who sits at a table She’s part of a fable Of years gone by Outside her window A world of pollution A faded revolution With no real solution Black smudgy skies And buildings that rise … Continue reading →

There’s an old gal named Kate Who thought it was great To wait and to wait and to wait and to wait Who hated rejection And longed for perfection Who thought that it best to be NEVER Then late The only problem for Kate … Continue reading →