Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Think of when you were a kid, chid
for dropping tongs, cuffed like a cub,

that's what it's all about at the rink
never permitted any noise at home

you are careful what words you use
hip high snow at ten in Cashmere

camping was a tin cup and a tirade
fir tops not the ceiling in your room

2 comments:

Amanda Laughtland said...

I love "a tin cup and a tirade." And I am very partial to couplets.

Radish King said...

yep