While you were waxing operating
We at Alta were dramatic
In our woeful desperation
For poetic inspiration.
No rhymes would come; we all were wrecks
The thought itself's enough to vex.
And so until your full confession
We will suffer from depression
Desperate for poetry.
Please grant this fond wish for me!
3 comments:
Is that a bad sign when the founder and head of the poetry club ditches his own poetry night?
All the same, I'm inclined not to believe your claims of no poetry inspiration, Chris. :)
I have to give Sarah credit for the wrecks/vex rhyme. The inspiration was definitely shared.
Hey Kim, I'll remind you here and now that we are co-founders of the Altoids. I expect you to return to full status in the consularship upon returning to the hemisphere :-)
By the way, my absence was more than just incidental. It was a carefully-calculated move to wean the club off of my presence. I worked hard to convince Diane to try to take charge (which she agreed to do), but I think her ward's meet-the-stake-presidency night went a little long and threw a wrench in that plan.
Okay, actually I found myself with tickets to the concert and I said, "The Altoids can fend for themselves!" Sorry, club :-/
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