My pen seems kind of empty and my parchments generally bear,
Deep thought is usually lacking as I sit down in my chair.
Yes, To clarify the structure of laughter, tears and strife,
Oh, to write about the universe, the meaning of all life.

To rise above all worldly cares, with nose upwardly bound
Oh well I guess I'll just be thrilled in being partly clown.
I've seen high falutin merriment and lots of uppity stuff,
And tried to write of serious things, and not all of this fluff.

The longer that I stroll around, I just can't use a fan,
My nose is usually tilted down, to check out all the land.
Yes, to be or not to be is surly great to read,
But give me laughs occasionally, or my head falls in my mead.

- Linda Adsitt

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