Let us write a poem together

Pretty self-explanatory. Write a line to go with the one above. Rhyme it if you'd like, if not that's fine too.



How many times I've stopped in the woods

 

only to start up again

 

returning to regain some sound

 

in the shifting silences spirits breathe

 

that I thought perhaps I must have missed

 

for I was watching the ashen sun set

 

when in fact I'd missed where I'd pissed

 

and forgot where I sat while I shat

 

So what are we to make of all of that

 

am I incontinent because i have the clap

 

or overburgeoning with crap

 

or just a plain old sap

 

enjoying a nice cold one from an iced tap.

 

There's something that I miss

 

because the cold one made me forget and take a piss

 

I appear to have gotten off-topic with this.

 

Only to see that again i must pee

 

better get down to drinking a large pot of tea

 

I need to fill up after all that weeing

 

here comes my ex and now i am fleeing