~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

Hey, Dave, I didn't create this poem for this lesson. Ergo, we might shoehorn it into the subject, called "The Colors of Dreams or Sleepiness." (There. Now, I brought in a little color.) The effort needed to create this poem was much like driving a truck tire over a bunched-up tube of caulk. Such is the life of a sleepy poet. Kinda rough when there's so much effort required to crank out a poem, that you don't have much pucker left to kiss the wife when she comes home from work, but another nap should fix that.

"Rainy Day Slow" 

If you need another poem that comes closer to the suggested subject, then I can try that tomorrow. Thanks for understanding.