April is NaPoWriMo

That's National Poetry Writing Month, philistines. So I have taken the bait, said I'm game, and fallen behind two days in. Always a slow learner, late bloomer, and cockeyed optimist that I can make up for lost time. Here entry one:

Before enlightenment,
get a haircut,
go to the bank
and the liquor store,
weed the strawberry bed.

After enlightenment,
get a haircut,
go the the bank
and the liquor store,
weed the strawberry bed.
So I'm told.