another way (revised 6/7/11)

Sometimes there is nothing
That makes good sense to me.
Things that seems the most absurd
Are likeliest to be.

Geriatric peers create
Confusion hourly.
Guarenteeing multitudes
Of small emergencies.

All of this I just expect,
For it is nothing new.
Languor and stupidity
Combine to pull me through.

But then I signed up for a class
I hoped would rescue me.
"Mount a web page. Make some cents",
The ad called out to me.

I'd hoped to launch a business
Where, for some quite modest pay,
I'd write a rhyme that said just what
The buyer hoped to say.

Alas, the class was cancelled!
So now I'm high and dry,
But low and moist or high and dry,
I know I'll still re-try!

TO BE CONTINUED