It's a whole new month
And I should be stoked
At what's to come
Because I am feeling
Yes in the flow
But you should know
What I bring myself to write
As I'd like but not
To even think of it
But reality demands that I do
Only I don't have to share it with you
Though I dare to say
That I will some day
It just won't be
In the sadful midst of it
Though fortunately yes
I'll be able to keep but on
The daily path
Of writing and drawing
It's just a question
Of how much of each
I'll be a ble to do
And how much good
Of anything else
I'll be doing as well
But enough of that
It's April now
And in six some months
I'll be fiddy yes
I say with a cheeky grin
As I know dang well
Someone will wag their finger at me
And say Charles oh Charles
That is bad
You weren't taught to speak like that
To which I can only say
Why yes you're right
But this is writing
And I've mostly learned it myself
As I only ever took
A single class
Outside of English
That pertained to writing
So don't you see
I'm much a taught myself writer
Which might explain why
I can only cry
About all the years
That have come and gone
With me outside
Of the home I want to have
To live but in
Metaphorically speaking
As I have a roof above my head
And knock on wood
I'll have it for
As long as I want to have it
But as ever and always eh
Only time will tell the tale
Of success or fail
And I still in believe in me
In spite of everything
That has come and gone
And is yet to come
Tick tick tick
Quick quick quick
I've got little time to write
If I want to hie myself to bed
By the bottom of the hour
And wield my power
By nine at the latest
For a goodly hour
Before I take a break
To do some other things
That badly need doing
And I don't wanna need
To bleed poet bleed
In a hard writ 4th
And come up short
Of the winning mark
So I best but keep at it
Like poor sad Tau Just couldn't no
As he emerged from March
With a record combined
Of 9 and 4
Between both good versions
Of the game of his life
But it wasn't to be today
As he got rocked
And fell to a heap in 4th
Aye 'twas Kappa of them all
Who played the game of his life
Shattering all the records
That had ever been
In the short good life
Of the game called Uhme
As he'd previously been
A 500 player at best
Who'd never but shown
Such a fighter's will
And even now
He's only 3 to the good
And to the bad
As for the other two
Alpha's also of the 500 club
Though at least he's fought a little hard
And won two more games
So he can be viewed
As a threat to Tau
But not so much Gamma
Who's yet to win a game
So it really should have been said
Of Gamma the thing about
Of all the players
Rather Kappa
As he'd but won
Whereas Kappa has not
And certainly doesn't look
Like he's gonna win
Yes anytime soon
So he's used to losing
But Tau is not
And he's plenty sore
About taking it on the chin
By the degree he did
And will be looking to avenge his loss
So look but out
Yes Alpha Gamma Kappa
Because wins just follow him around
Now there's more to tell of this
But I ain't even counted yet
And it's the bottom of the hour
And I should be to bed
Yeah I should have been
In bed already
Even asleep
But here I am
Back at the writing
In the first sad month
That I'll not be having
Any goodly 'Za
Barring some kind of crazy change
That certainly won't happen
At least but crazy enough
To make me say
I'm having 'Za tonight
And I think I just decided
That I'll go without burgers as well
At least for April
As it's the right thing to do
Even though it ain't the tasty one
Q1
Oh but no
Whatever will I do
The woman with ills in her intent
Has unmatched me yes
On what's up stupid
Which I guess I should have known
Before I knew
But what's a lonely to do
Not to mention eh
Scared to ask
Which was long before
The current reality
Of you know what
So double's the futt indeed
And double the futt as well
In writing not
Until as late as I did
Since I am still trying
To write my way
To a million words
And with the effort being
Yes one of verse
That's doubly hard to do
So I should have been
But earlier at the words
Q2
Well I don't know about you
But I think that reads well
As it's light in mood
And clear in the reading
Even funny in places
Though I am biased
Because that's second peach
Aye that Ootheg
Who's still my peach of course
Even though he took a shot at me
I can't stay irked for long
Plus he's a Peach
And they're not generally known
For being the smartest of fruits
Yet I'm still partial to them
For reasons I can't understand
Maybe you can crack the code
That I but haven't
So I'd stay longer
But I'm up against the clock
And will have to be content
With what little that I got writ
Q3
Though as little goes
I still but swung
Sweet Baevalon
My goodly poet's blade
With enough speed and force
That I felled but more than a field
Of goodly Petrie verse
Which leaves me needing
Little more than another
To win the day
And be able to shout
Hip hip hooray
I got the writing month
But off to a goodly start but yet again
And that would make me
A perfect 4 and oh
On the first good day
Of any month so far
Which I'd like to keep
Because there are sure to be those
In the coming months
Where I won't be
No perfect with the wins
So good it is indeed
That I reached the goodly harvest size
That I happily did
Since anything less
Would have left me short
As I got me off to a start this quarter
That's not especially good
Since I'm just starting now
Though given how fast I write
When I'm in the flow
Which I mostly always am
There's more than time enough
For me to swing but well
To two good fields
So I'm committed in my head
To give Peach a book
Of the comic kind
Not that the stories will be funny
But like they'd be read from the rack
Along but with
Those ones you know so well
More but from the movies perhaps
Than their point of origin
Or even the cartoons
Now I say along but with
Though that's in spirit
Because I won't be selling
My Pechemar book
In any comic book store
Because that's too big a step for me
And too far ahead
Of where I be with it
As I ain't even figured out
What the story is
As ll I know so far
Is it's meant to have chapters
Of adventure and horror
Then romance and super
Which is where I hit the wall
Though if I get past that
With some good tale
Then there is the thought
To make it whole and complete
An all in one
Of an unknown length
But surely 48 pages
And likely more
As for who would draw it
Because it won't be me
That's an even bigger question
So I shouldn't speak
But too much of this
Not without no questions
From interested parties
Wherever they'd come them from
Yeah I know
A part of me thinks
Like that could happenning
As I snort at myself
With much derision
Because yes I have
That terrible case
Of Anti-Charisma
But stranger things
Have happened yes
And this could be that
Just not this year
Because I have no idea
How long it will take
To finish the story
Let alone begin
Well well well
Isn't that something
I got the coins back
That the great machine took
So my pleading was
Not all for naught
But was well received
As well it should have been
If you ask me
And the game is on
With trivia at the Happs
But happening now
And I'm off to a start
That ain't the least bit good
Though I rebounded in the second
With a second place answer
I've also been shut out since
So I am floundering hard
And not feeling at all
Like I'm about to get a goodly answer
And the being outside
Looking in
Is about to end
As this will be
Yes question eight
And I've got 31 points
From two answers only
Though there's also choices too
As there were pair
That were but there
For the taking yes
That I didn't think to take
That would have placed me in
The middle of the pack
Instead
All I got
Was 56 stupid points
And a distant placing
Not even in contention
Past the second question
And even if
I was answering fast
I seem to caught
The stupid lag bug
And that gives them all
An undeserved leg up
Though I'm not the only one
Who's caught that bug
I'm the one but suffering now
And I am of the course
The subject of this verse
And all I can do
Is curse my luck
Well other than not play at all
Which is something to consider
Though I did just get
A good second place answer
So yay for me
And my goodly mind
So I either grind but through the games
Which is the better course
Or I just watch
Which would be fun
But not speaking as well of me
So what but happened
With that other game
The one between
The bottom feeding Sens
And the 4th place Habs
Who have a pair of wins
In their last two games
So have moved beyond
The terrible point
Of failing hard and out
But can they be said
To be rising yes
Even if they won the game
Agains those pesky Sens
Is three enough
To call them that
And lest we forget
They have struggled yes
And mightily so
Against that capital foe
Winning two
Not counting that game
That I will never say they lost
Because they was robbed
As that was a goal
That should have counted
And denied the Sens
Any points at all
And given the Habs
That 2nd point
That they rightly earned
But that is history
And the Habs should be
More than good enough
That a single point
Won't be but what
Will cost them the chance
Of a goodly run
Because when they play up
They can beat any team
And they played right tonight
As they beat those Sens
And win by three
With a single goal against
That came but when
The game was salted away
As it was in the final two
That the Sens but finally scored
So they have their second three game streak
Of this curious season
Filled with highs and lows
With this good stretch
Hopefully being
The best of the year
As it goes past three
And maybe even goes
Like five or six
So it's half past eleven
And because of the game
And the paucity of words
In a weakass 2nd
I've still not won the day
Though I've got time enough
To win it yes
I'm feeling the flow
And using go man go
To make but up
For the time I lost
Playing two fun games
Of survey says
Which would make for a goodly name
Of this kind of game
And I've won the day
With time to spare
And all that remains
Is to give the lead
To a suddenly hungry 4th
That surely deserves
To have the lead
To start the first good week
Of the 4th good month
And once again
Both of us win our days
Which has happened now
Yes twice in two good games
And that's a trend
That I'm happy to see continue
So I've given the win to the 4th
And while I could continue
I wanna play Percentages
A game of my own devising
Before the day but ends
And with that choice
But happily made
I bring the writing to an end
Q4