Happy National Bad Poetry Day! Luckily my husand keeps track of these important days. I am not proud that I let National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day go by without proper recognition, and I certainly do not want to have any regrets tomorrow morning. Should it have hurt my feelings that my husband asked if I wanted to read some of my bad poetry to celebrate the day? Maybe, but instead I was touched that he thought of me and my little fabric covered book of wonders.
I know I have gone to this well before, so I want to make sure to share something never before revealed here on the blog. I am nearly positive that these gems (take two, they're small) have only been shared with the object of my affection they were written for back in the fall of 1986...nearly 40 years ago!? Let the cringe begin!
Yet I'm lost