A Lifelong Condition Of Over Ninety Years Poem by WES Vogler

You see I have always had the habit of noting signs

on the street and breaking them down into groups of

four letters. If there was one left over I would look

for a three letter word to make them all come out even


The same with two letters left over or three

letters.Now I carry a small tin with three letters in it

so I am never at a loss to make the groups of letters

an even four and everything is in order and most

satisfactory.

I wonder if there is a name for this condition.
Perhaps it is called evenitis. At any rate I wish the

world to know I have come up with this easy solution.