If you’ve visited my kitchen in the last month you’ve probably read the poem. We ran out of space last night and it was declared officially complete. For the sake of posterity I figured a copy should be kept before it was erased. Here goes…

Yesterday, Tomorrow’s sunrise came late. Thunderstorms loomed tenaciously over dreary words! Walter vivaciously scripted another dubious disaster. Following an appendectomy; agony continued mercilessly. Needlessly twenty-seven-thousand philanthropists aggravated fifty-four-thousand Shakespearian flautists. Temperatures skirted cautiously around tepid tea soaked tributaries? Monolithic watertowers raged unmercilessly. Quantum ineffectually peace Canada. ~Cheetoes~