Rumplestiltskin bet and lost,
Rumplestiltskin had a tantrum,
Rumplestiltskin paid the cost.
Never bet hard on a sure thing.
It might sound good, but let's be clear:
if your mark claims his jack spits cider,
you'll get cider in your ear.
I've been busy with some other things, so this took a while, but it's now official: if you are so inclined, you can now buy my book. It's a…
Well, this is it. I have now officially written a poem every day for a year. I started January 9, 2009, and January 8, 2010, makes the…
There are happies, ever after, but little mermaids turn to foam; the gravest hearts give way to laughter, some cats turn king, and don't come home.…