Poem of my week.

[kariyava]

Driving to Delaware for a funeral . . .

Chatting with the Dean . . .

Pushed back some exams . . .

Taking Tax pass/fail . . .

Going to a review session with free pizza . . .

Not babysitting Sammy Shah . . .

Going crazy! But I'm loved, so that's OK.

P.S. OK, OK, this is not a poem.

Comments

I think you should start simple

[astrobe]

Something like:

I think that I will never see
A thing as lovely
as a beautiful Jesse.