Tuesday, December 12, 2006


As I was signing a card for my uncle's 58th birthday, I thought up some poetry that I thought I'd share with you. I didn't think these poems would be appropriate celebratory material to write in the card, but I think you might like them.

Someday when you're rich and famous,
and you have a dog named Amos,
think of your neice whose name is Katie
and send her money 'til you're eighty.

Someday when I'm old and gray,
and I finally have to say
I'm an ancient fifty-eight,
I hope I'm not packed in a crate.


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