Short Story

"Write!" they said

"Write?" I said

"Right" they said

"Right"

You know my grammar aint that bad

I know some stories, some quite sad

Put pen to paper what would I write

Of men and mice? Of weak and might?

Perhaps I'll write about my day

And in a sentence save the day

Punctuation sits in this place

A comma here not blank space

The tales I'll tell within this ryhme

They all begin once upon a time

I remember once I had a dream

On tramadol, t'was tangerine

Crazy tales that spin and spiral

Words of wisdom becoming viral

Written now upon the page

Look out of place without inner rage

And so to write they tale they wanted

The hero charges fear undaunted

The heather burns, the words not perfect

Something's wrong, what's been neglected

Colloquial is what it should be

A web is woven t'ween you and me

A thousand words were in my head

Until the wife said go to bed

And in the morning they were gone

Stories left untold lie forlorn

© Fergus Martin

Apr 2014