Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Ode to the Matt

the matt...is a matty man.
He married the mariaquita.
She and he are lovely
he is a leaf at heart
flying
soaring
twirling turbulently...
He knows he twirls, and just doesn’t tell anybody.
I won’t either.

To Matt. As requested. Any other requests?

4 comments:

Matt said...

Why thank you Laura. I couldn't write a more thoughtful, nice ode if I had done it myself. Lets just hope that no one else reads your blog. No one else can know that I twirl.

Laura said...

Don't worry Matt. My site lays low on the radar. Nobody except my dad actually reads it..

lib said...

muaahaahaa
now i know you twirl (but i don't know who you are...)

Laura said...

This poem was recently seen on Facebook. Matt's secret is out.

So long, and thanks for all the fish.