It's Saturday again, which means it's also four line poem day. I'd very much like for your poem to begin with the words: I wonder.
Big visiting day, as we went up to Penticton to check out the winter farmers market we're not vendoring at this year. Introduced Max to many fellow farmers, and a customer or two as well.
After that we dropped by Kat's Aunt and Uncle's place to show him off there, then stopped in on Kat's friend on the way home for one more visit.
Max, of course, wowed them all.
I wonder what truth is,
And how much we hear fits the bill.
Though if I am honest,
The truth of that would make me ill.