Write a four line poem about something that: backfired.
Started spreading the wood chips around our yard this morning. Slow going, but the area I finished looks loads better.
It was a hot one here too. So hot that we decided to have lunch out on the deck, and Max was kind enough to join us (as did his monkey):
The Canucks clinched a spot tonight in this year's playoffs, which begin... pretty soon. There are only three games remaining in the shortened regular season, at any rate. So probably in just over a week things will be getting very interesting once again.
He plotted his revenge
For months that became years,
But despite his cunning
His are the only tears.