Well the day was nice,
I got to go shopping twice,
and still forgot it.
The rain was held back,
by strong wind that stood its ground,
and chase it away.
The word had lost it,
by this one letters ego,
to became just t.
The amorous breeze,
gentle with some passionate gusts,
that make you shiver.
My mind loves to float,
like Huckleberry Finn,
when he goes fishing.
Mark Twain’s a good read
to relax and drift away,
down that long river.
