Ahhh, the fresh canvas of new fallen snow <br />and the promise of beer-bloated bladder <br />no pencil, but my pen is, well, you know.. <br />(to a true poet, size doesn't matter) <br /> <br />I claim nothing such, but this mighty oak <br />begs for a sonnet or three <br />so upon it I plant acorny joke <br />and spout forth my pee-a-tree <br /> <br />and I saved some ink, too, for the crisp clean ground <br />and my rhymes were sharp and biting <br />but my publisher says a deceit they have found <br />for it was my wife's handwriting!<br /><br />Chuck Audette<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-snow-poet-that-s-no-poet/
