Why I don't write poetry

By wintertale

Bonkers

There are times in a person's life when he or she must make a choice to believe.

I choose to believe the sun will rise tomorrow.

I also choose to believe that if you go to bed hungry you will wake up ready to eat.

I've met a group of men in a faraway country who choose to believe that if you stand on a tree stump for an hour you will gain sympathy for trees. I am already quite sympathetic to trees, so I choose to think they are bonkers.



Obert Skye
Leven Thumps and the Wrath of Ezra

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