Monday, November 10, 2014

Take this on advisement

Poems should not be written -- even on refrigerators -- on the eve of polar vortices

And this is why we can't write nice poems. We blame it on the weather.

But this cheers us up.

Got what I got the hard way / And I'll make it better each and every day / So honey don't you fret / Cause you ain't seen nothing yet

No comments:

Post a Comment