|Porkrind the Great|
I wrote a new poem this morning, just now. I think it’s quite good.
I got the idea for it as I was walking Porky around the back of my apartment complex. I wouldn’t have been home, walking the dog and getting the idea, if I didn’t have some sort of crud/flu/unpleasantness right now. So there you go. You never know when your muse is going to bite you on the ass.
I am now going back to my couch and my blankets.