by Debbee Winegar

Created on: April 12, 2011   Last Updated: April 13, 2011

What I know
Wouldn’t fill a book
And then you wonder
Why I am so mistook

Wish I could be graceful
On my ship
Full of wool
I have the need to knit

For knowing so many things
And sitting around
Staring at a ball of string
Wondering how it came unwound

My words are crazy
Maybe my mind is gone
As I am not sure… it’s very hazy
At least I’m no withdrawn

What the heck
I have no clue
What I know is less than a speck
And would fill a baby shoe

So all this rhyming
Is weird as hell
Because of the timing
It all works quite well

But what I know
Is not so great
Because as far as this poem will go
It’s all a mistake

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