I’m not highlighting the wonderful William Shakespeare tonight because of his sonnets (though they’re pretty fine), but because his plays read like 
poetry. Such mastery of language… to quote M.C. Hammer: Can’t touch this!
Oh, and Happy Birthday, Mr. Shakespeare!
And without further ado, and at the risk of sounding old, my NaPoWriMo poem (because we had flurries this week!)
I told that rascal,
“Hey! Winter! Get off my lawn!”
Go play somewhere else.
Work in the Margin 
I think a whole lot of us were laughing while shaking our fist at the sky today. This haiku gave me a good laugh!
Sitting by the kitchen wood stove. Brrrrrr.