Don’t feel great tonight. Been a long not so great day. For some reason this poem I wrote about 20 years ago came to mind. Well poem is too kind. Anyway, since I didn’t start blogging until after groundhogs day, here it is.

Groundhog’s Day

When monkies fly,
and green blood flows,
and fluff lives on forever,
a fat man will laugh and an ugly woman will spit,
Then we’ll know the snow shall soon die.

(In my defense, it seemed about as arbitrary as a rodent seeing his shadow.)