Now and then I find the urge to do some writing. My only short story thus far is entitled Hypothrisy. My poetry titles are listed below in chronological order:
Misunderstanding
How hard is it to find
A needle in a haystack?
Randomly would just be blind,
A poor way to attack.
Some other way is good.
Searching swiftly could be bad,
And slowly not more fitting;
Reaching in might make some mad.
A searcher might be quitting.
He might wonder if he should.
Odd, to search for something sharp,
Laden with hurts superfluous.
So he searches for a harp
Or something more mellifluous.
Now I think he's understood.
A needle in a haystack?
Randomly would just be blind,
A poor way to attack.
Some other way is good.
Searching swiftly could be bad,
And slowly not more fitting;
Reaching in might make some mad.
A searcher might be quitting.
He might wonder if he should.
Odd, to search for something sharp,
Laden with hurts superfluous.
So he searches for a harp
Or something more mellifluous.
Now I think he's understood.