sillyness

This is a poem (just barely) that I wrote in a knee-jerk response to some spam from poetry.com.

They had the gall to send me more and more and more email, telling just how GOOD it was.

::snickers::

Fools.


Question 48

Why are you cursed,
shunned by all?
What causes people
to grieve and call?
It happens each year,
yet none hold you near.
Still, I call you dear,
as each passing year,
gives me another one.







another what?



birthday, silly goose!