(photo of Becky Beck, my birth name in Iowa…singing first and later acting and writing …now back to finishing my book project)

As a Participant in the Poetry Marathon
In just eight posts…I cannot go on

I’m a Rebellious Poet in my old age
I have gained no wisdom…I’m no sage

I’m not really a poet…I can see that now
yet, I’m hooked on Rhyming…so it’s time to bow

but before I leave…I really must say
It’s been a truly challenging day

To Further describe my inadequacies…
Here’s One more Rhyme…my apologies!

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“I’m NOT an intellectual
My vocabulary’s small
I simply write my thoughts in Rhyme
I cannot ignore the CALL

Imagination…what a gift!
my CUPPETH RUNNETH OVER…
Corny Words grow into verse
and leave me in the clover…

where I lie and laugh out loud
at silly words I’ve written
Natural Medicine…me thinks
I know, ’cause I’ve been bitten

by the BUG…that makes me write
and resort to alliteration!
I’m a hopeless case…so never mind
I’ll continue without hesitation!

A Rebellious Poet…
shunning all the rules
ends up …going down
with the Ship of Fools!”
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