Besides having had to run to work due to lost car keys, today was a pretty good day. Much of this goodness came from hearing about the doings of friends scattered in various places around the world, all engaged in such amazingly amazing things that it’s nigh impossible to resist bragging about them. So consider yourselves forewarned:
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Seen years ago at the Albany airport…
When Great Aunt Gert Goes Travelling
She stuffs her knapsack with words
Puts them like snacks in every pocket
They weigh so little and are so tasty
Some tickle the tongue like teeth
Some slow the mouth like molasses
She stuffs her backpack with words
She doesn’t start with A like in school
She doesn’t order Cat to chase Bat
Her words delight the little and the stately
She lets wonder wander wherever it wants
She packs a piano with a pitchfork
Every word fits so she stuffs her sack
She never knows what word she’ll need
So she packs goats, gifts, and gizzards too
Weights all the heard to slow the hasty
When she’s got to wait, she doesn’t snooze
She chatters, scatters the words she’s brought
When she unpacks them from her sack
Her wait is light and oh so very easy.
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