Write a four line poem about: the drummer.
Well the strawberries lasted until almost 11:45 this morning before the last pint was sold. But in fairness to Penticton, it was a much cloudier, cooler day than what we had for last week's market.
Plus, you know, that was a whole lot of strawberries.
Max seems to be responding well to his treatment, with the swelling going down significantly today. Hopefully he'll be good as new before we sit down to Father's Day dinner tomorrow night.
He may not look like it
But he's the dopest drummer, man.
He keeps that funky beat
On his upside down garbage can.