I'm going to attempt to document the next year of my life -- my 40th -- in verse. One a day.
Currently, the plan is for limericks. But I make no promises. There may be haiku.
So here it is, the night of my 40th birthday. Installment #1:
Once you're 40 they say you're in "Act Two."
In Scene 1 of mine I found out that you
Should not celebrate
With a toddler (irate)
At a restaurant you want to go back to.