June 27, 2022


I ran across a draft poem the other day that I never did anything with. I’ll clean it up a bit and post it below. It probably is not one of my better efforts. I have no idea when I wrote this.


I’m a fine chap, really—
Friendly, a good conversationalist,
Articulate, but not garrulous.
When I start the engine,
Why does my car confront me
And call me “Airbag”?

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