I received a lovely gift from one of my editors and his staff today--a delicious box of Belgian chocolates.
This simple statement prompts me to confess another vice.
No, not my love of chocolate, that's common knowledge!
I write poetry.
In spite of Robert Heinlein's warning, "A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits," I'm going to share a short rhyme I just wrote.
I got chocolate, I got beer,
Christmastime is almost here.
My belly's full of holiday cheer,
Please hide the scale come New Year's!
I suppose I shouldn't quit my day job. Oh, wait... that involves writing, too!
By the way, for those of you who visit Miss Michele, I want to apologize for the delays in your readings. I received a writing opportunity requiring a super-fast turnaround and I've basically stopped doing, well, anything, to get it done, in the hopes this website will use me for ongoing work.
I hope to finish up tonight and start tomorrow back to normal.
Dawn
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Great poem! Even DH thinks so...chocolate and beer. ;) (He's got a great recipe for a death-by-chocoalte porter homebrew, that I think would be just smashing with Belgian chocolates.)
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