PROSODY

I have not written much of late.
At prolific poetics
I'm not so great.
But still you check me every day
to see what wit
I toss your way.
No words of wisdom
have I for you
like, "Brush your teeth when you are through.
Wipe your feet outside the door."
or,"Quoth the raven, nevermore."
I'm cooking breakfast as I write.
I should have written this last night.
I'm most inspired
when out of time.
That's why this verse
will end this rhyme.

Vincent

Star light so bright

I Peed in my yard last night
Peed to the left
And to the right
So cold I could have got frostbite
I stood too long
In ten below
So many stars it seemed to glow
My yard so white
Last night 'twas so
Now all that's left Is yellow snow