Go with the flow, Brian. And here's mine. Perhaps I use this stanza, pinched from the great Bill Schwenk, a bit too often.
Answering Back
You sit there for hours conversing with flowers,
Poetically chewing the fat
You fall on your knees just to chatter to trees,
But does every poet do that?
Though you look okey-doke in your hat and your cloak,
With your shoulder-length hair and your beard,
It's the way you behave, a botanical raver,
That makes you so fearfully weird.
You may think it appealing to share what you're feeling
With tulips and daisies and dahlias,
But with every session you give the impression
That humans are basically failures.
Come into the garden to answer your ardent
Entreaty? I'm sorry, I won't do,
If only because there's a fellow indoors
Who knows how to do what you don't do.
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