I wonder about our moderator Propa Gator
Who wields his pen off in another den
Do you think old George a traitor?
I hope I am not a target of your pen.
I love the way you use your light
I wish I read about your plight
You need to paint more with your pen
I am loosing sight of your growing den
This poem needs another verse
My mind is wandering as I type
Time grows short, it is perverse
I must go and hit my pipe
Who wields his pen off in another den
Do you think old George a traitor?
I hope I am not a target of your pen.
I love the way you use your light
I wish I read about your plight
You need to paint more with your pen
I am loosing sight of your growing den
This poem needs another verse
My mind is wandering as I type
Time grows short, it is perverse
I must go and hit my pipe