San Diego, CA, USA
Firelight burning, steady bright,
Little dragon working deep into night,
Writing, dreaming, thinking, striving
To welcome those new poets arriving.
Time and again, to write he woke
Even after his ballpoint broke,
Greeting those poets at the door--
They seemed to be coming, more and more!
Slowly, midnight oil is burning
And this little dragon is yearning
To keep on writing, still abiding
To laws of stress that he was fighting...
Finally he's forced to accept
His failiure...that is why he wept
And to the Corner Pub he retreated
Where load was lighter as new poets were greeted.
So that's why I haven't been welcoming here,
The Opens are just too much, I fear...
I'm really sorry I couldn't do
What I had orignally set out to.
Little Spyro T. Dragon
P.S. But if you go to the Corner Pub I'll do my best!
[This message has been edited by Little_Spyro (edited 03-04-2000).]