Write a four line poem about: the big time.
I'm scheduling this post as Kat and I are being treated tonight to a producer's dinner at our new restaurant and then we get a complimentary night's stay at the attached resort.
I keep thinking we're not "big enough" for such treatment. That we don't belong, especially when one of the other farms we know is attending is like 100 acres.
I'm sure I'll get over all that pretty quickly once we're there though, and we're really looking forward to the overnight stay.
Surrounded on all sides
By the leading figures of crime;
I think it's safe to say
We've been welcomed to the big time.