Poetry Time II! – or 2 or two – crap, maybe even too, also.

I can do poetry, too, but I won’t – because when I was a kid, I wrote a sonnet. When I introduced it to my Dad, the exchange went something like this:

Me: Dad, I wrote a sonnet!

Dad: Great, son, let’s hear it!

I read the poem.

Dad: What did you say it was called?

Me: A sonnet.

Dad: Well, I know why they call it that – son, ‘at thing is terrible.

Ba. Da. Boom….

I actually copy and paste very, very, well though:

Click to Enlarge

This is an actual poem from 1949. Apparently, the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Via AOSHQ.

8 thoughts on “Poetry Time II! – or 2 or two – crap, maybe even too, also.

  1. Hmmmmm – I posted this once already on this thread but it didn’t show up. Here goes again –

    The more things change, the more they stay the same.

  2. No, dear. It says “Click to Enlarge” in the little gray box right under the picture of the article. 😉

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