Oh, Iām a Gonna Go!
Iām a gonna go out where the wind durst blow
Sand in my knickers and mud in my toes
Where cow pies rightly disappear and the crickets eat them dangburned rusted bandoliers!
Where the guns donāt get to shootinā,
Where thereās no high brow falutinā
And everyone dances ātill half past threeā¦
If you need me, why that there whereās Iāll beā¦!
In the Land of Absolutionā¦!
-A.R. Clayton
There’s too much fun to be had at this week’s Terrible Poetry contest. Have fun and keep writing. āļø
A.R. Clayton 