Becoming a Poet.

We’ve got the old sub-zeros back tonight.

My office gets cold

When the old

And bold

Sub-zeros

Take hold

I just can’t stop being a poet these days. I suppose I should double the scotch ration, since I’m even beginning to look a bit like Dylan Thomas.

(Welsh accent)

Do not go gentle into that goodnight

Rail, rail against the dying of the light.

Yeah, right.

See? Must be in the blood.