The Poet Tweeteth
Coyote chasing ~
Rabbit scoots into the brambles, smiling ~
Coyote laughs, though his belly is empty ~
He can buy fast food!
Coyote, he rocks! ~
He makes all the mistakes first ~
So I don't have to!
Wind flows gently ~
The sky starts to pale ~
Slowly, slowly, color starts to return ~
Then suddenly, dawn wakes a double rainbow.
In regular life, I got to share adventures in fourth grade spelling and seventh grade literature, none of which make for good anecdotes, though one of my nephews did call me evil. He didn't think I should turn his mis-spellings into bad puns.
Rabbit scoots into the brambles, smiling ~
Coyote laughs, though his belly is empty ~
He can buy fast food!
Coyote, he rocks! ~
He makes all the mistakes first ~
So I don't have to!
Wind flows gently ~
The sky starts to pale ~
Slowly, slowly, color starts to return ~
Then suddenly, dawn wakes a double rainbow.
In regular life, I got to share adventures in fourth grade spelling and seventh grade literature, none of which make for good anecdotes, though one of my nephews did call me evil. He didn't think I should turn his mis-spellings into bad puns.