Employment quest sought December 11th, 2021

Across cyberspace,

the following epistle

yours truly (me) doth lob

as the figurative pressure

tightens on the virtual knob,

I would moost certainly benefit

from a part time job
hence this rather goofy atypical reply

crafted (at initial

ten plus years ago date)

following reasonable rhyme written

then gingerly trying

to remove pesky Windows kernel32 dll

or blue screen of death errors

(oh... how so yesterday)

(while gently inhaling) from

imaginary hand carved corn cob

from whittling fingers

of one named, (albeit alias) Mister Bob.

Anyway, this aspiring writer dejure

shoe lee mastered his a, b, c's
though during test time
experienced nonfatal forgetfulness disease

all my learning seemed to freeze
oh and although the following

non-sequitur added comment
moost likely irrelevant

back in the day o me early boyhood,
I passed thru initiation rite of passion

sans tickling ivory keys
in addition to learning

about human species,

whose relatively recent ancestors
incorporates caveman
argh gew hob bully naked ape,

who exhibited death defying feats

analogous to acrobat

holding fast to trapeze

of mine swung from sturdy trees

only pausing long enough
to smoke cigar and wheeze.

Additionally, I cobble, dabble

and gabble with double entendres, nibble
and tinker with byte sized words
monosyllabic terms

like this or that

as my pedigreed intellectual toy
with an intent

to affect, invoke and joke

with intellectual ploy
opening mine mien,

whether unknown reader

counts her/himself among Jew or goy
ideally to be witness literary employ
and earn an income oh boy
netting gold anchor ahoy.

Rational wordsmith asks himself why

he habitually answers

in his poetic way per responding
posting defies conforming

to the established formality,
yet nonetheless asks

coon sitter a shun sans my reply
ideally couched

with an affirmative decision
no less than

twenty thumbs up well nigh
to be extended,

and offered a hand

for me to join this outfit
as another common

Jimmy Neutron to help ward off lions,

tigers and bears oh my

powder milk chomping

Joe Schmoe type noir guy

essentially a human combination fly,
whose nom de plume as newborn cry

himself to sleep baby

nearly exhausted dry tear ducts,

the muttering bard of Perkiomen Valley

sometimes used as ruff lee an alley bye.

from: Matthew Scott Harris,

who might find himself booted,

knowingly, longingly, and magically

transported to Paris.