March 25, 2008

• A Poem

  It was a table for two

  
  

  In a restaurant with a view

  
  

  the paper top delighted my artistic soul

  
  

  and my pen got busy creating a cartoon rat...or was it a mole?

  
  

  "what is that strange appendage?" Ron asked... "sticking out there"

  
  

  "An arm--you know--their front leg" I said huffily, to he who has not much hair...

  
  

  irritated, I tossed him the pen and told him to draw...

  
  

  this may have been my fatal flaw

  
  

  for, in his own way he warned me of what was to come.....

  
  

  and anyone who didn't feel a sense of forboding was...well...rather dumb

  
  

  he drew this picture and said it was me:

  
  

  

  
  

  Then I couldnt resist drawing this and saying it was he

  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

  The end

  
  

  peace.....

  
  

   

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