In the dverse poet’s pub we’re singing the blues. This is a rehash of mine from 2013 if it looks familiar. Come visit the pub!
Gotta longing deep inside,
A deep desire to confide,
From way down to my toes,
Whilst I am in the throes;
And so I must compose, myself.
Oh, I got the urge to dirge,
When I feel those blues emerge.
They’re breakin right on through,
It’s more than I can do;
Why don’t you join in too, yourself?
Poetry and Prose 
Let’s sing the blues together, smiles!!!
I’ve gotta find a tune to go with it. Thanks,
This comma makes me infinitely happy, Walter:
“And so I must compose, myself.”
🙂 So clever.
Thanks Whimsy
I’m singin’ right with you~! Compose away, my friend…..and I’ll compose myself to your tune!