by Bob Carlton
.
the knuckle
ball wobble
s
a drunk
en fire fly
blinks here swing
there maybe
you hit it probably
.
not
.
.
Posted 7/14/2010
by Bob Carlton
.
the knuckle
ball wobble
s
a drunk
en fire fly
blinks here swing
there maybe
you hit it probably
.
not
.
.
Posted 7/14/2010
This poem nails it!
Even with our layout limitations, I’d have to agree. Good job, Bob.