RAVIN'
by Edgar Plastic Kaolin
Once upon a midnight dreary
Eyes rimmed red, bloodshot, and bleary
Again my kiln is in no hurry
Waiting on the cones once more
So far I’ve barely bent cone 4
Only this and nothing more
Nodding off just kills my neck it
Dawns on me I ought to check it
Pull the peep hole from the back it
Shows a slightly bent cone four
Still a slightly bent cone four
Only this and nothing more
Maybe I’ll adjust the damper
This kiln's causing me to hanker
For a kiln I need not pamper
Computer-controlled so to ensure
I’d never again be stuck at four
Just cone four and nothing more
I’ll admit, I’m mildly pissed off
A month’s production will be kissed off
If this rocket never lifts off
But stays right here, stuck at cone four
Only four, and nothing more
It’s no wonder I stay poor
the experience of so many..you have such away with clay AND words!
ReplyDeleteThanks for so faithfully reading!
DeleteDear sir,
ReplyDeleteRoses are red.
Violets are blue.
You're a great potter,
and quite the poet, too.
Your prose and pots are inspiring.
Please, keep it up!
Many thanks.
Thanks for reading and thanks for the comments. I appreciate them very much.
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