I'm closing in
On yet another week of winning
As I've been swinging
Sweet Baevalon
As I usually do
With the goodly speed
And ease of course
Because she's often light
And easy to swing
As for things beyond the words
I cannot think
Of anything else
That has happened eh
That would give me cause to say
Yes anything in anger
Because anyone 'scribed to me
Is on the quiet side
As they oh so rarely
Drop me any comments
For good or ill
Which leaves me to wonder
But still persevere
Because there ain't no day
Where I don't write
Or draw of course
Because I do both
Though the drawing itself
Is a recent thing
Of three years only
So anyone who had a critique for me
Would take that into account
Or if but not
Would give some thought
To why they mightn't like
What I freely offer
Because I foolishly believe
That I couldn't draw at all
When anyone can draw
If only for the peace it brings
And if they didn't
Well what kind of loser
Has such hate in their heart
That they'd come to site
They hate to visit
Because they hate the doings
Of the creative in question
Yeah loser's harsh indeed
But if the shoe but fits
I'll be the one
To put it on them
Not that I sell no shoes
But in that hypothetical case
I'll make an exception
But that's enough thinking
On something that hasn't even happened
As I've got designs
With both the writing and drawing
To help me make
A happy buck or two
And that's far more important
Than spending time
On someone who isn't worth it
Though one other thought occurs
That this hypothetical person
If they came on by
And were to share their crazy thoughts
Because it wouldn't be a thing
If they share their reasoning
They're probably not
An artist themselves
Because what kind of artist
Of any kind
Would be so harsh
And just blah blah blah
All over someone's doings
Unless of course
They were so disgusted
By those doings they saw
That they couldn't help themselves
And for anyone to say that of me
As this relates to me of course
If this is disgust
You better leave the present
And go live in the past
Because have I got news for you
There's plenty in world
Worthy of your disgust
And isn't anything that I have but posted here
Though it also goes without saying
That anyone who'd come in
Like a hater unhinged
Probably wouldn't care
For anything I'd have to say
In my defence
Not that I need to defend myself
Because my goodly drawings
Don't need defending
They speak for themselves just fine
As they have a certain je ne sais quoi
That isn't for everyone
But then again
What but is
It's eleven now
And I should get a little more writing writ
Before the morning ends
So any writing
I'll have to do tonight
Will be less than half a field
As I've got the want
To write some clues today
For the popular game
That's about to sweep across the land
And other ones too
Though that mightn't be the case
On this here Earth
As science posits
There are but many yes
And I just happen to be
On this one where
Things aren't currently unfolding
In that goodly way
Where a game of mine
Or any other venture
Would go viral yes
As my success
Is common there
And has been the case
For a few good years
But enough of alternate timelines
And success that isn't here
The morning is near its end
And now's as good as any time
To bring the rhyme
To an end for now
I can win the week today
Though such a doing
Is another three fields felled
In the final two quarters
That is not an unreasonable act
Which is probably still
Just a little much to expect of myself
And given that I will surely win it tomorrow
As I will surely add
Another field and a half
Before the day is done
That leaves me needing
Another field and a half
Which is a harvest
That I've rarely failed
In the goodly felling
On any given day this year
Which means failure is not a likely happening
But that's all moot right now
As I am so not feeling the words
And it's late in the quarter
So the weight will be set
Upon the goodly shoulders
Of the 4th
Which is not but usually
A bad to do thing
But could be tonight
As there's games to play
That I like I do
And that means of course
I've got less time
For the goodly rhyme
And I still have a cover
To draw for Peach
Which has been a daily doing
For months on end
So this is me
Peacing out
Until later tonight
When I come back to write
As the Peach is demanding I draw him now
I'm in the final hour
And I haven't the power
Or specifically
The speed with which
To write enough words
To win the day
So I'll take it on the chin
As I was feeling good before
Like in the second
That the day would end
With me but having swung her past
The goodly length
Of three good fields
And I'd only harvested once by then
But the 3rd but was
A terrible quarter
As far as the harvest went
So the day will be spent
Before I can possibly harvest
The goodly rest
Of the 3rd good field
That I would need in full
To declare the day won
Because writing verse
Requires fingers but writing
At their full good speed
To write what I have to write
And it's too late in the quarter
To think that is
A possible thing
So though it was the 1st
That I chose to let be
An empty quarter
To give some aid
To the winning of the 4th
It's the 2nd where
MY ire will be focused on
Because even another two good hundy
Would have given me hope
That I could harvest hard enough
To win the day
And aid just a little more
In the winning of the week
Which as but ever
Is what I seek
But too much drawing eh
And other things too
They prevented me
From the victory
That I was sure I'd claim
When the day was younger
And the hours stretched ahead
Only this defeat
But looming ahead
And falling low
Like it will knock me over
Ain't worrying me none
Because the week will be but won
Even if tomorrow too
Is a losing day
I'll be standing tall
With a harvest of
Less than two full fields
Which I'll be sure to get
Before the week but ends
And another begins
Yes I know
I've made promises before
But this is one
That's too easy too jeep
Because I'll surely have myself
A quarter filled with win
That will make it easy
To get to the other half
Of what I'll need
When tomorrow comes
Because I don't know yet
How many words
That I'll be needing
To be but bleeding
And I've reason think
That I'll surely harvest
Half a goodly field
Which greatly lessens the need
For tomorrow's yield
To be of a goodly size
And then I take
The latest counting
And it is good
Like the goodly kind
That I can scarcely mind
As it points me towards
The winning of the day
With me but closer
To the 26
Than the 25
Which could well but be
The difference between
My winning yes and losing not
Yes this is owed in part
To the driving force
Of goodly music
That I listen to
But less than I listen
And half yes watch
The other means
Of goodly company
Like tv or youtube too
Even Happs.tv
And other place before
That I chanced but through
I simply do better
With this company yes
And feeling good
As I rightly am
About winning now
Because of how fast I've written
Since I came along
In this final hour
I'll step away
From the music eh
And enjoy some other form
Of goodly company
Even though that could but spell my doom
As far as winning the day
But I feel too good
And it won't be no stream
That keeps me from the dream
But just some videos
On youtube yeah
And that's no reason
To power on like this
When the music's served its purpose
Okay one more song
Because it's one I rather like
Though a cover it is
It's one I like a lot
And that's more than reason enough
For me to make it the last
To which I listen tonight
As I seek to write
The 3000th word
Before the day is through
Which I should be able to do
Even if I took a break
But longer than the one
That I just took
Because I'm feeling the words
And the words feeling me as they come along
With little thought
As they heed their master
Because that is what I am
When it comes to verse
Though with it being
Yes poetry
That right away limits
How much I can succeed
Because poetry yes sadly is
The least regarded art
And you can scarcely me
That this is not the least bit true
And just like that
I've found myself
On the goodly cusp
Of winning the day
As I'm less than a row away
And have more than 10 good minutes
In which to write
And nothing short
Of god or loss of electricity
Can stop me from doing this
And being agnostic
I sit on the fence
When it comes to that
And a failure of power
As they say of
Electricity
Has no reason
To fail right now
So I'll be good
And win the day
With an ease I feared
I couldn't make
Because I'd left too much writing
To rightly win it
Hooray huzzah
I celebrate another day won
With greater ease
Than the Habs do theirs
And I am happy