Though his kindness was ev’rywhere known,
His menu made all his guests groan;
So his friends, although kind,
At his board you won’t find:
John eats locusts and honey alone.
November 16, 2016
It’s been a two-poem day already; yesterday was a three-poem day; and Friday was an all-time-high five-poem day. I guess this sort of makes up for the many weeks when I wrote nothing at all. : )
Anyway, this poem just sort of ran in on the heels of the previous poem, and I couldn’t help posting it now instead of waiting.