Seven days I pondered this,
And nothing’s going to stop me now,
As I wax poetic on my happiness.
Seven days I labored hard
And no release did I ever feel.
So I consulted the muse of Abelard.
She said, “Remember the word, ‘Bliss!'”
I blame this on the letter M. M is for Monday, Middle School, and many, many synonyms that beg to be utilized… derivative as they are.
Björn is hosting Quadrille Night on dVerse Poets Pub, asking us to bring bliss to the fore. What for? For the sake of bliss; what more? Join us!