I found this in an ancient journal.
It's either from an old printout of some of my greeting card titles from yesteryear, or brilliant poetry. Or both.
Things start out sad in Varicose Village, but later on things get happy when Isaac Newton goes on a vacation. Along the way are life's ups and downs: one day you're poolside, the next you're groveling. Throw in some bloopers for comic relief and you've got poetry gold.
I must admit I was shocked to read of my death in the final line, but hey, that's poetry.
1 comment:
At least your demise earned four stars!
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