0378 Song Of Impatience And Experience Poem by Michael Shepherd

A very clever and wry observation about how these beings proliferate! I'm with Joan Crawford: 'No More Wire Hangers, Ever! ! ! ' Wood is so much more civilized! A tight and pungent write! Best, Hugh

Mine NEVER hang demurely, and yes, they do wake up the house when they fall. Bloody nuisances. Love, Fran xx

the pattern you've scribed here and the conciseness of thought almost leads me to think you're onto a new Eastern form of poetry. i rather enjoyed its brief, booming statement.

You should see what happens when knickers get in a twist. That's REALLY maddening. Thank you for an unusual morning laugh!