Groundhogs and their shadows
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.)
View from Valhalla 
I like it. I approve the sarcasm.
I am a strong believer in the value of sarcasm. I hope your enjoying it wasn’t sarcastic! ,^)