Knowing what you’re doing
is almost like being in love.
One somewhat elusive part-philosopher,
ofttimes glimpsed darting from tree to tree,
stopped long enough to whisper this note to me,
“Facing one’s eccentricities is not so easy as it sounds.”
oranges are an anomaly,
while in Orlando
the temperature is constant.
This one kid gathered up his wits and most formidable facial expression and announced,
“Life is like a hockey game.” and his mother appeared and injected, “Now I’ve told you before – Life is like a horse race.” Although the youngster walked away without protest, he was not actually impressed, knowing that dear Ma Ma was still a bookie.
There was once a race of people
who could only be serious
if they didn’t think about it.