There once was a writer-type guyWho awoke with his desk a pig styToasted crumbs filled the keysAnd with the scent of old cheeseHe got the cleaner and tried not to cry (Yep, I cleaned my desk today. Look! It’s shiny and dust-free! And, yes, that’s really an except from Project Tennyson. But no, I don’t … Continue reading A Limerick For Writers Who Let Things, Um, Deteriorate While Focused On A Project