Roses are red Violets are blue They don’t have to rhyme But we like when they do… That’s right folks, it’s NATIONAL POETRY DAY! Today we celebrate poetry, that branch of writing that serves no practical purpose and breaks every rule of grammar, syntax and logic. No wonder we so love our poetry. Poems release …
Roses are red, concrete is gray, let’s say “forsooth” ’cause it’s NATIONAL POET’S DAY! Shall we gyre and gimbal in the wabe, count the ways we love thee, quoth the raven, or just lose ourselves in one quixotic odyssey after another? Poetry doesn’t care about making sense or obeying your precious grammar laws, and don’t …
Sorry, Kindle, but they smell better than you. Today we celebrate NATIONAL BOOK LOVERS DAY! Don’t we love our books? New ones, old ones, fat ones, thin ones, red ones, green ones, Mother Goose or Doctor Seuss, books are our brain’s favorite food. There are millions of them, but only a handful that everybody knows; …
