". . . little shall I grace my cause

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver . . ."

(William Shakespeare's Othello, I.iii.88-90)

Sunday, July 7, 2013

A Poem

Dictated to me this morning by Evan.

My Sister
My sister is agile
Fast as the wind
She is very truthful
No other doubt
Her bones are quick
Her bones are strong
She is very trustworthy
No lying skin
But this sister of mine
She lies asleep in the morning
When she can be doing stuff she can
Man, what can make this person so pooped?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Well, being truthful can wear a person out. . .