Encourage me, encourage me
Before I have a tragic ending
I belong to the ragtime age
I am a straggler from the blending
I have storage in my memories
As in the steerage of a ship
I remember raglan sleeves
And Raggedy Ann, she was a pip
I have been pragmatic
and have seen scraggly kids
little ragamuffins I could hug
and those with overages on skids
I am not one who uses leverage
Not a paragon to be sure
A mirage before my eyes smells
fragrant like manure
Snapdragons above average
Are fragmenting by my garage
That fragrance is much better
Than the one in my mirage
I am very fragile, fragility is my courageousness
I have an entourage of children, not discouraged, three
that drag me like a dragon in rage , from coverage
I yell from my diaphragm , I've courage, can't you see?


Comments: 29
rag, Ernie, please , lol
I enjoy every fragment of your sublime wit.
Elsie you are the Queen of Pow...you are so funny yet each POW reveals so much of you.
Bless you dear.
thanks for the story love you and all your works
And Happy 4th, even if I'm a little behind on the time.
some folks experience a mirage of paradise..
not our Elsie..her mirage includes "Smell-O-Vision"
I figured I had missed a lot of your writings over the last 6 wks. First I was out at the lake with the kids, then the trip to Everett and then on the coast along with all the stress. So I'm trying to go back and check out what I missed.
Please do NOT feel that you need to return all these comments. If I'd had time last month, they would have been made one at a time. I don't have anything to do today so am just reading.