That simple haiku Was the best I could do, My poetic gene has gone missing. Try as I might Seems it's never quite right, But you know it's the best I am wishing. The verse may not rhyme, Is the metre off-time? No matter, my joy is complete. And I'll gladly reclaim My place on this train In this room where good friends shall meet. The place where I'll be Is where I can see, Over there beyond that green plant, The coming and going Of those FRiends knowing How to do what I know I just can't. And all should agree That the place where I'll be Is mine because it was 'wrote' - My place on this train Was assigned during the reign Of the Belv's vanished hostess, miz cote. |
Congrats and kudos to you! I am so pleased that you have re-opened the Belv.