Mo’s Prose – Day 343 / Crooked Trail

Day 343 – Thursday, April 20, 2017

There was a crooked trail and it had a crooked style,
And walk along the path I did, with crooked little smile

I walked the crooked trail so I’d straighten out my head,
And shake the morning meetings off so I could think instead

And as the crooked path did end with crooked little trace,
I lost the furrowed brow I had and smoothed a crooked face

Thus my story ends today, no doubt a truthful tale,
To clear a crooked mind indeed –go find a crooked trail

MoFaux