Twas an old cyber sea-dog
that prodded me down the plank
towards the quill and the vellum,
and it seems only right that I thank
the bloke who schooled me
to fish or cut the bait
and to say what need be said
without rambling on.
So, thank you, sir,
and now my poem's done!
Everybody knows G-Man, right? Well, if you don't, you should. He hosts Friday Flash 55. Not only is he generally one of the coolest people I've never met, he is unfailingly encouraging to writers. I used to think that I wasn't a "real" writer because I didn't write long pieces. G-Man (among others) helped me see my natural brevity differently. I'll be forever in his debt.
Anyway, this is for Izzy's prompt at Real Toads. And, fittingly, it's 55 words for my G-Man!