This is not a song

I wish it were, though!

I was trying to write a song (or several, how cool would that have been! ((but one would certainly do, please and thank you, oh Muse)), and instead came up with several definitely-not-song bits of flotsam and jetsam.

This wee poem is one of them. I’d say this lands fairly in the tradition/shadow of the great Shel Silverstein. Not quite nonsense… but then again, not quite not.


Misery loves company
so I take her on walks
She scowls at small children
and spits when she talks
It’s just in her nature
Not much I can do
But keep her quite close
And steer clear of the zoo

-Elaine Romanelli

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