I wrote this poem last night, but couldn't post it for some reason. So I'm still using gims words.

hands teach blow listen…ew…these are hard? Hmmmmm,,,I can’t break away from my own structure Gims.


I remember a day many years ago,
Lying in a meadow trying to blow
On a green blade of grass, which I held too tight.
Teach me! I cried! I’m not doing this right!

Watch and listen, my brother would say,
While blowing Taps, between his hands, all day.
I puffed my cheeks, not a single sound would come out,
I blew so hard, I got a permanent pout.

Yup, I saved myself some plastic surgery,
Grew lucky lips for my man, eternally …. tee hee.

Now onward with chick's words: forget, country, mathematics, yawn