...of a poem that I need to finish by 1 p.m. Saturday. Instead I did a quiz. I scored 5/10. Then I thought about the music, the notes that come after the end of the clips. I thought about inflatable palm trees, chocolate and expanding bellies. I thought about swings. I thought about the birthday poems I've written and how they're not exactly fit for a queen. That is, unless she likes limericks. Now I'm thinking about how I might fit into the Naked City.
I'll post again on Tuesday. I think.