An ode to my favorite things
My favorites aren’t that consistent
As circumstance throws them awry
I ask them to be more persistent
It seems that they don’t even try
In evenings I’m tired so it strikes me
My fave is the quiet of thought
In mornings I start with an orange
Which shows why I should never rhyme
-ArGee 3/7/2019
That’s good. I read it to the
tune of My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean.