The penultimate owl discovered the midday lemonade.

This is my not so very interesting blog, but go ahead and read it if you'd like. To start you off, here are a poem and some pictures from my youth...

Owed to Holly

“Her day’s going well,”
says Alice’s Mel.
“No, all is not right!”
yells Coach Bobby Knight.
“But why ever not?”
inquires Marge Schott.
“She would like presents,”
Desi Arnaz hints.