Random Output

A poem for Shannyn:

Smiling like a Chaucer Cat
How I wonder where your at
Pleasant thoughts that drift through mind
While fixing up this little rhyme

Tell me now my flaxen girl
Is your life in such a whirl
Spinning busy here and there
On a road you know not where.

I hope things do go your way
The smile you carry is to stay
For when I see that goofy grin
I know that I feel good again

Note: Stuff Breaks

Written on a challange by my best female friend Shannyn, whom Ive now known for almost two decades. If you could pick your family, you would be hard pressed to do better for a little sister.