Many a
Thursday I stayed up late
to write
a story for the man.
He liked beginnings and he liked neat ends,
so I labored long over rhythm and rhyme,
so I labored long over rhythm and rhyme,
whilst
counting my words and staying inbounds.
Other
than word count, all he asked we do
was make
it fiction, wasn't supposed to be true.
On a cold
winter morning a girl was found
frozen to
death in the snow
Nobody
knows what happened
but
speculation abounds.
Did she
slip and fall by her own accord?
Too much drink
and a lover’s row?
Would it
were summer we could sleep it off
and wake
in the arms of the morn.
After hosting
the Friday fun-fest for 7 years, Galen Hayes aka Mr. Knowitall is passing the
reins to someone else. I would encourage you to join the farewell tour.
All good
things come to an end.
Galen, you
truly are the most gracious of hosts.
I’ll miss
writing for you.