Arthur channels the incomparable Dr. in a sweet poem about the variety of days.
How’s your day?
Is it an okay day?
Is it a hooray day?
Is it a yay day or a gray day?
Is it a play day, a lay by the bay day?
Is it a nerves that fray kind of a day?
Is it a heyday?
Is it a payday?
Is it an I just may day, or a no way day?
Is it a going away day, or an I think I’ll stay day?
Is it a you day, or a they day?
Is it a feel like you are on display day?
Is it an overwhelmed with pure dismay day?
Is it a you have nothing much to say day?
Or a talk without delay day?
I know it isn’t an easy thing to weigh, but I am very curious about your day…
elroyjones 