And I somehow forget (as if this blog won’t be reminder enough) that I once sucked. Or if someone who reads my work decides I was somehow born brilliant and can do no wrong (I really am an optimist), I figured I’d share a little piece of my “early work” to keep my ego in check and feet firmly planted on the ground.
So, without further ado, I present to you a poem written by yours truly:
I love the Baby Giant Panda, I’d gladly welcome one to my veranda. I never worry, wondering maybe Whether it isn’t Giant Baby; I leave such matters to scientists – The Giant Baby – and Baby Giantists. I simply want a veranda, and a Giant Baby Giant Panda.Hahaha. And now I’m off to do that work that pays the bills. Joy.
M.H. Lee 