Third Time's A Charm

So... the last three times were, for lack of a better word, "interesting." Three years ago I could have never guessed anything about where I would be now. And I most certainly wouldn't have guessed or asked for anything that has happened to me. But thank God... you know?

Whatever... that's for a different time... this is for now. It's a poem that I wrote with a bunch of kids from camp... we're pretty gifted.

Cinnamon and apples, the scent of Grandma's kitchen.
A kitchen that reminded me how to draw a hippopotamus.
In a savanna of razorblades, the hippopotamus swells with water and shoes.
Show can have exotic smells. Some good, while others very smells.
But smelly smells like bad shoes heighten the senses.
Cures for the human race belong with each the root of the problem.
Each problem is a mystery.
A mystery you have to solve.
And when you solve it , there is no mystery.
Mystery of talking dogs.
How does Scooby Doo?
Doo, Doo is what everyone and almost everything does... Do you Doo Doo?
No you don't doo... and you never ever did.