alas and alak

I still have much bad poetry to download. I am a big friend of the pen and ink medium. Its the ultimate in wireless, baby.
I need to download it into this blog and then purge it from my notebook in my purse, for chrissakes. (Just as I'm writing this, my youngest is pitching the most dramatic diva fit. What a ham; dad handles it like a pro, coddling the boy like an aging hollywood siren.)

I'd apologize, but no one reads this so I really don't care: