Joshua Tate, in addition to all the other hats he wears, is obviously the poet laureate of the Bummer-Free Zone, and I have no pretensions or aspirations in that direction. But while mopping floors early this morning I came up with some hostile doggerel (which, as poetry, has a certain virtue all its own).
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You like when things rhyme,
Too bad for thee.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
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Brother, Joel! Welcome to the Octagon. With this post you have paid your dues for the year. Your room is the second door on the left. Can I get you some chocolate milk?
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