A Little Could In The Hood!

The what if or what could or what ever comes to all. Although some go on and on and on about it at their hall. Then their what could turns to, Goodbye! All their what could-ing got nothing done and then they die.

A what could.

Is understood.

Likely or not.

Adds to the plot.

Stuck in motion.

Unlike the ocean.

No waves in and out.

Just a dead trout.

But there's no lack.

Sharp as a tack,

With the what could.

Maybe what would.

The could and would.

A hand in hand hood.

A hood that leads nowhere,

Unless acting on the pair.

What could if I...

Ends on the fly.

Nothing happens after.

Maybe hiding laziness in laughter.

The what could goes on.

A what would may dawn.

Many options come to be.

They grow out like a tree.

Damn, went nowhere.

But you developed a stare.

A stare that will go far.

Like maybe to the corner bar.

What could happen there?

Sit in your favorite chair.

Search for the what will.

Maybe something fits the bill.

Wow, what will is dirty.

It may get a little flirty.

What could leaves life,

With no life or strife.

So back to what could.

It is easily understood.

Can just think and chill.

So much easier than what will.

Are you stuck in the what could? Have you moved up to the what would? Hopefully you got passed the would and are on will. That is a much better climb even if it's a hill. Beats sitting on ground with a growing rump, doing nothing but what could and grump. More what will in a singing bass than some humans give a pass. But I guess they like their what could class. I will stick to what will-ing along with my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.