Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Going to Extremes

Richard Armour (1906-1989)

Shake and shake
The catsup bottle.
None'll come—
And then a lot'll.




3 comments:

weezwhetten said...

I love this poem. I can't stop singing it to myself in my head.

Andrew Madigan said...

I agree with that person^

moonman123 said...

I too cannot stop singing this in my head. That was truly insightful.