Home Country: A nice day for poetry

Alphonse Wilson here, jest celebratin’ a nice day with poetry. Yessir. I thought I’d do some poetry today just to see if you’re in the mood. Well, if you ain’t in the mood, I guess you could go fix a cup of coffee or something and wait for me to finish, but that would hurt my feelin’s exponential-like and you’re not the kind of person to do that, are ya?

Thass right. So Windy, you’re prolly askin’ yourself, how do you go about writin’ a poem? You were? Good. It really ain’t so very hard, you know. You jest gotta sling yerself into a artistical mood. You know, like them Dutch masters used to do afore they died and got made into seegars. 

You start out kinda easy, and think about lilies and daffodils and leetle fluffy cloudlets that might grow into a storm someday. Then you throw in a look that a puppy gives you — one a-them looks of love like jest before he throws up on the rug. That’s how you do it. Then you jest get a pencil and a piece of paper, and have atter.

So here’s my poem today. I call it “Circulational Quandary” by Alphonse Wilson. But I still go by Windy, a-course.

Well, there it is. Do you feel transformationalized? Me, too.

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