Tuesday, October 27, 2009
When I first read this poem, I started to picture a cranky old man muttering it at me. "MMmmmph, don't remember me at all, damn kids..."
Then I looked at the dates.
He's just a kid! I'll bet he's somewhere stomping his feet and demanding graham crackers. No lambs or little angels here, just a poem that manages to ever so gently give us the finger.