Look who’s a poet

We got new windows installed and I am thrilled by their awesome features like for example they don’t let cold air inside UNLESS you open them.
Clearly, awesome.

But here is the promised poetry exchange that I had with my Hubby who was in need of a ride from the train station and I was the one with the car.

ME:
when oh when

is my bunny coming

then?

rhyming is hard

i’d rather fart

and no one can smell

my horrid spell

cause of the swell

new windowS

There it GOES!

His response:

There once was a man in the city
Whose had not one cause for self-pity
“The 5:23
will not leave without me!
At 6:07, to see you I’m Giddy!”

Giddy, indeed.