There are times when <br />opening the Hallmark card <br />sent no doubt in good faith, <br />the banal cliche of a worn truism <br />expressed in groansome verse <br /> <br />opens one eye, <br />yawns, <br />stretches, <br />gathers itself <br />wearily <br />like its alarm just went off <br />and it's time for work <br /> <br />and lands you one <br />hard, right on the nose <br />ouch <br /> <br />I think it's called <br />humility<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0360-ouch/
