Saturday, January 2, 2010


To my wife I said, "A poem a day!
"you know what that means, don't you?
"There will be days when, come-what-may,
"I'll need to write about you."
Her face turned pale as she began to wail,
"I'll have to approve them first!"
But I shook my head, "They'll go up un-read!"
I know she fears the worst.
"You shouldn't fear, Jenn my dear,
"My heart's not cold as ice!
"You shouldn't dread what shall be read. . . .
"As long as you are nice!"

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