zodiac17 Nov 2005

This is a jingle. It's not an old post, just a new poem posted over an old post. I permit myself to do this because I've gone 8 months on this site without posting before, so I tell myself I'm not the problem. I've never dashed out a door, I'm just imaginative. The only unobvious metaphors are (a) my wife has a compound-word last-name so I always call her by compound words, including bellwether but also peashooter and lawnmower, among others, and (b) shaken baby syndrome. Look it up.