Road of Peas

be at the here now
a neutrino for a plow
change you forever

When in the curse of human events,
Twenty or thirty or forty years hence,
Who in the world will remember the tense
of the verb “to be” in Latin or French.

Do you want to smell my foot?

Will it tell you where I roam?
I walk around inside a shoe,
or walk around inside our home.
That is all I ever do.

I wrote this bit of doggerel
When I was quite groggerel

but not for my bloggerel

w/ a tip of the hat to Ogden Nash