Poetry requires a special diet.
Like a year has seasons.
As for common sense, there’s a dearth.
He’s daft without Sancho Pancha.
Rhythm finds words when words find rhythm.
Here within, the fable and the prosody both went ptooey.
Reverse compliments really work — but perhaps not in the way you intended.
Always arm yourself with humor.
After a blood draw, people ask me,“How does your arm feel?”I’m tempted to reply…