Two poems I heard on the radio today at work. Some may find them in poor taste, but S. and I couldn’t help laughing out loud:
“Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The test confirms
I’m eating for two.”
“Roses are red,
Baby is white,
Are you sure
The DNA test is right?”
Also, Happy Chinese New Year! And happy 82nd birthday to my grandma. The Year of the Rabbit is her year — not zodiacally speaking, of course, but it’s my grandpa’s nickname for her. Funny, considering that once upon a time (in my Ultrazone days) I was affectionately called the White Rabbit.

