It wasn’t very nice,
When I reached for the rice,
To find that some mice,
Had been eating said rice.
I could see that those mice,
Had stolen my rice,
Not once but twice,
Now that’s just not nice.
So here’s my advice,
To those rice-eating mice,
Stay away from my rice,
Or pay the ultimate price.
By the way,
I hear heaven is nice,
For rice-eating mice.
Who am I? I am different things to different people. I am a poet, a visual artist, a sculptor of found objects, and a writer. I am a bookkeeper, an office manager, an administrator and software support consultant, even a short-order cook and barista. I am a parent, a grandparent, a sibling, a cousin and a friend. I am a traveller, a technophile, a philosopher and a student of all things.