Farewell to a friend

Just a thought

This was written on the day my Number One 16 year old son had his first driving lesson, from Dad. We're still talking to each other.

I can't say it better than how I said it in here. So far...

This poem was written at the breakfast table while I was trying to eat toast and I was running late for work. I think I got the buttered side up.

This poem was written for someone's homework. It was supposed to be an example of the onomatopoetic style. Oh no, what?

We all love doing homework, right? And when the homework is writing poetry, well, it all just gushes out, right? Wrong.

Another one from work - have you ever wondered what we'd call it if everyone in the country used hyphens? Would we have a hyphen-nation?

This was written in response to a charge from someone at work that I had committed a "rank solecism" in one of my appends to the nitpick forum. Dear, oh dear - what's rank about it?