Arlene, who is
A summertime friend
Reads my bad poems
From beginning to end
Every Sunday she says
Need it or not
She opens my blog
To see what I’ve got
Mom-in-law has
This bad habit, too
Her Sunday isn’t over
Completed, or through
Until she has read
The poem I have written
Of the insanity bug
She must have been bitten
And of my Twitter buddies
Ian comes to mind
He reads my poems weekly
Lest he fall behind
Twitter buddy
And author to boot
Pam say she finds
My poetry a hoot
For a bad poetry fix
These kind people know
That my silly blog
Is the place to go
Are there more of you?
I ponder, I wonder
Who tune in weekly
For my new poetic blunder?
If so, please tell me
Please fill me in
And some extra stanzas
Next week I might spin
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