Tuesday, June 7, 2011

A Poem for Tuesday

DAY 12: "If the odor smells like dead body, you must find her . . . guilty.  No. Try again.  If it's decomposing, she must . . . face the death penalty.  No, try again.  If it stinks, she gets life.  Huh.  I am having trouble finishing something like 'If it doesn't fit, you must acquit.'"

Okay, the high today is 90. The high tomorrow is 63.  What is with the weather in my state?!

Eddie W. Wilson

Vacation's full of jolly things
Like butterflies with yellow wings
And flowers that nod with every breeze,
While squirrels bark from tall oak trees;
But I am sure you cannot guess
What gives me greatest happiness.
It's this:  I like the grass so sweet
That cools and tickles my bare fee.

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