Comments: Poetry...

My first impulse is to tell you not to give up your day job then I remembered hell, he don't work no how.

But, what the hell, copyright it for posterity. Poets don't get famous until they are dead anyway and your widow might be able to buy a gallon of gasoline with the royalty money

Posted by GUYK on April 18, 2006 06:15 PM

... your vote of confidence is overwhelming...

Posted by Eric on April 18, 2006 06:39 PM

When the Muse strikes, ya gotta go with the Muse, innit?

A latter-day warty bliggens, for sure...

Posted by Elisson on April 18, 2006 06:49 PM

That was so damn cute!

Posted by Evilicious Blonde on April 18, 2006 07:16 PM

Seriously, Eric... I just burst into tears. That was beautiful...

Posted by That 1 Guy on April 18, 2006 07:27 PM

Eric get out of the house! Now.................................., call for help! Yu dun gun stir crazy.

Posted by ken on April 18, 2006 07:47 PM

...damn, Kenny.... it wasn't that bad...

Posted by Eric on April 18, 2006 07:52 PM

*wipes the tears and blows my nose*

Posted by livey on April 18, 2006 09:35 PM

Can watching Oprah be far behind?

Posted by Jim - PRS on April 18, 2006 10:24 PM

Brilliant. Bloody brilliant. You, sir, are a true poet.

Posted by Primal on April 18, 2006 11:05 PM

Hey, I liked it!

Posted by Kelly on April 19, 2006 07:51 AM

Aw don't listen to the critics. They obviously don't know that April is poetry month -- really. It's a great poem.

Posted by Libby on April 19, 2006 08:18 AM