Where would you want to write?
By Shane, with apologies to Dr. Seuss
Yes! I would write in a box.
Yes! I'd write with chickenpox.
Yes! I will write anywhere.
Yes! With verve and flash and flair.
I'd write in England, London, France.
I'd write in lacy underpants.
I'd write till ink ran from my nose.
I'd write in leather lederhose.
I'd drive to Texas, cowboy up.
I'd drink absinthe till I threw up.
I'd shed my clothes at nudist camp.
If I could write while wearing lamp.
I'd write while eating eggs of green,
While Pop is hopping on my spleen.
I'd write while petting that big cat,
Who wears the funny little hat.
I'd write in cabins big and small.
I'd write at gargantuan mall.
I'd write a romance very brave.
I'd write a book and name it Dave.
I'd write at North Pole, freezing ass.
I'd write buried in succotash.
I'd climb a mountain, run a hill.
I'd write while planting daffodils.
Yes! I would, I'd write in Hell.
I'd write prose with stink and smell.
The Devil'd kick me out tuite quicks.
So I'd go write with gnarly chicks.
I'd write in Maine and Pakistan.
I'd write inside a coffee can.
I'd visit lower Khazikstan.
And write while shouting "Ay, kazam!"
I'd write inside a missile cone.
I'd write while hearing lovers moan.
I'd write while choking on a bone,
And telling medics, "Hold the phone ..."
Yes! I'd write while cooking ham.
Yes! I'd write deleting spam.
Yes! I write with flim nor flam.
And that's because ...
I'm Shane I Am.