I was chatting with my friend Brooke this evening and we were talking about poetry this evening. I told her that I think part of my problem with poetry is that my brain is still in elementary, everything must rhyme mode and high school everything must have a deep meaning mode and my brain just kind of falls apart.
So she wrote this for me:
So she wrote this for me:
"As weather gets colderBy Brooke (She's got a really cool website right now, check it out).
And I get older
It becomes more apparent
That I’m not a ferret"
