I once saved a thought for a gray, rainy day;
the sunshine was bright when I hid it away.
When a storm came along, it was too wet to play.
I could not find it then, so my plans went agley
and wherever it was, it is still there today.

Ken Gosse prefers writing short, rhymed traditional verse with whimsy and humor. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, he is also in 50-Word Stories, Pure Slush, Parody, Home Planet News Online, and other publications. Raised in the Chicago suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, over twenty years.