The ice cream appeared,
and by some kind of magic,
it just disappeared
I am tied in knots,
well maybe no know or rope,
more like in a chair.
I wrote this all once,
and deleted it to see,
what would happen next.
here it is and see,
the poetry is more free,
and there’s less to see.
It’s Friday evening,
and near done it promising,
the weekend’s coming.
