Six 'ricks

There was a bartender: Jess
Whose art was always the best
Whether ink on paper
or intellectual caper
She's an inspiration, I confess

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Aly inspires both poem and prose

As she covers a body from head to toes

Whether in leather

Or boa (feathered)

She makes damn interesting clothes

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I just visited Kayla

Alas, my writing a failure

Despite the blank page

It's her I'd engage

'cause damn, I'd love to nail her

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What is wrong with my brain?

Whether in sun or wind or rain

I can't seem to write

'til deep in the night

The rest of the day is a drain

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Thrice I've used the word whether

And now I've referenced the weather

It seems to appear

I'm stuck in a gear

Heather Leather Feather Tether

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Paper bag artistic endeavor

Has done my brain a big favor

Wanted to write

Have done so tonight

That's quite a victory to savor

[note: written after an unsuccessful writing group session on a paper bag meant to hold a 40 ounce beer]