August 24, 1998
Haiku For A Congested Butterfly
Thanks to my pal Dave R. for the "get well" Haiku this morning:
So here I am, crawling off the sick-bed (or, more accurately, off the sick-sofa) and going off to work, in order to make KNIVES for all the world to enjoy. Sheesh.
If anyone else wants to send me a poem (or a case of zinc lozenges, or a cleverly forged DOCTOR'S NOTE giving me permission to take the day off) ... you know where to send 'em.
The broken butterfly cries