STOP!!
I can't write, not tonight.
I've suffered suffered a "mental block"
There should be no mystery, it's caused by a history,
Of too many blows to the head.
So trash all the rhymes, in these terrible times.
It shouldn't come as a shock.
A hurricane
A pain
A fast running train, that's late.
But, wait!
What a fate, the Lark will be looking for us...
He'll be on the bus,
the one that took us,
to heavens gate!
At first he'll be curious, then he'll be furious, and Pixie will take the blame.
They'll cue up in pairs,
To be pushed down the stairs
Disputing the facts all of the way!
It wasn't a shove
Just ask the Dove he watched it, the whole of the day!
John Frank Trent 10/8/25
The New Normal 