400 seems like an awful lot of days in a row to write, doesn't it? I'm not sure how I've managed to get here already, to be honest. Doesn't seem nearly that long.
But it is what it is and I am what I am and who knows what the hell I'm going on about anyway?
I think I should get to the starter before too much of my insanity shows. So here it is: Eskimos and rainbows.
Hmm. It appears to be too late. I must be really tired or something.
After too long in the snow
Decided one day, don't you know,
To paint his little igloo like a rainbow.
His Aunt Flo
Decided to sew
(Rather than start a row)
A nice big psychedelic polar bear throw.
Joe's home did glow
As seen from the furthest plateau
And it still shines today, even though
The last coat of paint was many years ago.