To All.

Here is a rhyme to thank, you for your comments, one and all. As a chef I always thought the soup was what you eat. Now I know its also a place, where poets meet. My answer you could not print, if you told me last year, I would be writing here. For years I had nothing new, till I met a long lost friend I knew. I had written about her before, but she never saw. My poems I shut in a book tight, till I showed her on the net one night. For my wife I have also wrote, except poetry does not get her vote. She does not understand, whats in the mind of her man. She is not my number one fan. The friend I have means every thing to me I write so she can see, because I know she appreciates me.