As I mentioned last week, I'm not really a creature of habit. That's not completely true, of course, but sometimes when I find myself in a rut, I try to crawl out of it, especially if it's not too deep.
I've been maintaining this blog for quite a while now, and even though each post is filled with insight and wry humor and astute observations, the format seems to be getting a little stale. That's why starting this week, instead of writing long meandering essays, I've decided to express my thoughts in short poems.
Although today's poem has the formal structure of a Limerick, they won't all. For example, future poems might might follow some of the rules of Haiku. And some poems may have no formal constraints at all. As a matter of fact, the only thing they'll have in common is that they will be short. And they will all fall under the general rubric of doggerel, so they won't be very good. (Bad poetry, in my opinion, is an under-appreciated art form. What I like the most about it is that it doesn't have to be very good.)
So without any further delay, here is today's poem.
I thought I would try something new.
(After such a long time, so would you.)
So I'm writing in verse
And this post will be terse.
After only five lines, I am through.
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