Ye gods . . . I'm nine days behind.
An epigram is a short, witty poem that is easy to remember and written to be remembered. They have no particular form except their brevity. I've been known to end a poetry reading with one of these. ("Leave 'em laughing.")
To the Sanity-Challenged Woman on Main Street
I sympathize, I really do,
but with your insulated shoes,
mackinaw, and wooly socks,
I'm sorry, but you make me hot.
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My parents lived in Greenwich Village when I was born, but moved to Queens when I was still very young. They chose an apartment in Woodside ... -
1952, age 9: Newly motherless and too young to fully appreciate the effort it must have taken my dad to have a tree and gifts that year, I s...
I'm assuming that's in the temperature-hot context.
ReplyDelete(I had to look up mackinaw.)
I'm so far behind in writing and reading! This is perfect. Reminds me of the family who came to our community yard sale, on a lovely 75 degree day, wearing jeans, leather jackets, boots, and even hats. "It is so cold here," said the mother. A guess, based on accent and licence plate, they were from NYC and probably Puerto Rico initially, but seriously, it was 75!
ReplyDeleteI assumed she meant the other kind of hot.
ReplyDeleteFantastic!
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