Saturday, February 15, 2014

Poetry Man

C gave his dad the following poem for Valentine's Day:
Roses are red
You can clip them with shears
We hope you never
Run out of cold beers

He's a poet after my own heart.

I especially like the detail about the beer being "cold."
Nice touch.

On a similar topic, here's what Margaret Atwood really said about snow (and it's got nothing to do with love).
The Eskimo has 52 names for snow. All of them are expletives.

song: Poetry Man • artist: Phoebe Snow

No comments: