AlexPGP's Corner

It’s a tough job training old dogs
to do any tricks at all, and
nothing can push you to do it,
not for spring's first blush
displaying happy philanthropy,
nor bright fall colors blazing
on distant mountaintops,
nor a glorious full moon
sailing across a sky
without a cloud in sight.
It's a drag, upon my word,
without any doubt at all.

But I'll go on with my story,
which may grow haltingly, in spurts,
and lack continuity and clarity, but finally,
though you may sniff and snort,
or laugh or sing, or chirp or buzz,
shall triumphantly swoop, with royal
hullabaloo and flimsy vocabulary
in a most loving, solicitous way,
into a ballad, of sorts... or not.