Author: michaeljordahl

Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic

They Say

talkers final

Now they say that

There’s no rhyme for silver,

And they say that

There’s no rhyme for orange,

But I’ve petted

A bleating young chilver,

And in high school

I studied a sporange.

So they say that

What is often isn’t,

And they say that

What isn’t often is,

So I guess that

What isn’t isn’t isn’t,

And what is isn’t

Is isn’t is.