there once was a lovely, young poetess who lived on Chesapeake Bay
i'd read her interesting poetry and unforgetful stories inbetween baling hay
I live a long way from her yet this doesn't really matter
travel by plane .. boat .. car .. hog .. bugs on my windshield, splatter
she's definitely the most .. i'll share honey cinnamon toast with her .. every day
Copyright @ July 2014
StandingBear
