It is a new week,
and seven days make one weak,
so do take a rest.
Over and again,
I tell myself the same tale,
one of good and bad.
It used to go up,
now it tends to just go down,
like the Twitter likes.
I found some footprints,
some large ones in the forest,
wohever made these?
It’s a mystery,
and people are out looking,
to try and find it.
No sheep have been hurt,
in the writing of this piece,
so you can relax.
The pen led the way,
and the pencil got the hump,
and the lines were drawn.
Twas a messy end,
the page was smudged up badly,
and the pencil broke.
Pen, unrepentant,
donned it’s cap and stood there proud,
we smudge but don’t budge.
