On Choice
Do you suppose
A rabbit knows
Its nose is like a rabbit's?
Or do you think
A slinking skink
Is conscious of its habits?
I reckon rats
Are scared of cats
By nature, not by reason,
And so the bird
Without a word
Flies north and south in season.
But what of man?
I think he can
Do more than nature makes him.
That is, until
The gift of will,
Despised, at last forsakes him.
Two N's, one S
I think that Ryan liked her, see,
And that's why he corrected me
And failed to see that I was poking
Fun at the announcement (joking)!
Ever since, I've worried she
Was disappointed I could be
Oblivious, as Ryan thought,
When, I assure you, I was not!