On my way to home, a domicile crowd of
gaffes popped in.
They were not in line with
the customary challenges I scrapped daily off
the ground full of
pitfalls and foibles...
I gleaned a matchless win at
FreeLotto.com one day, with
abusive finger-clicking on
the optical 3D wheel mouse (though having no tail): to
my great respite, I, from
that voluptuous day used to write i, instead of
I, and the vomiting tendency of my pen for
writing poems, got to
a fix at nowhere's end, and... the days now fix a pin at
a poem, having a little wish to be ceased to...