Why I Write, Part x+136: I Ask

I assigned myself over three hundred poems to do.

I raised my goal twice, wrote a novel draft too.

I imposed on myself, and whatever I asked

I found me and my Muse could both rise to the task.

I must have asked God for a bottomless mind,

and it's equal in thirsting for punning and rhyme

So many times that (s)he finally sighed

and said “alright.”