Hello readers!
Alas, a blight has come upon me, this 27th day of June.
The desntists office calls to me tomorrow afternoon (morning actually, but that didn’t rhyme).
My widom teeth need be pulled out, and so you’ll plainly see
That tomorrow afternoon my mouth will be dumb and bloated as the rest of me.
However I write this personal note, in meter, or in the South, in miter
To inform you that the poem tomorrow will be written by a fabulous guest writer.
This writer is my sister, and a telented poet herself.
Sure she lacks my rugged good looks, but at least she has her health.
So thus my letter concludes to you.
I will be back, so don’t be blue.
On the 29th my brain shall function
Unsedated, with thoughts of poetic junction.
As sincerely as can be accepted from a total stranger who writes crappy poems on the internet,
David
The Daily Travesty 