It's fun to read the magnetic poetry that's been on my closet door for the last five years at least, composed during that 10 minute window when magnetic poetry was still a socially acceptable form of expression.
I think my friend Pat wrote this one, and, wow, considering how long it's been since I've seen or heard from him, that was a long time ago:
These are mine:
But wait, what is this...? I don't remember writing this one. What the...
MO-THER! Becca's been in my ROOM AGAIN!!!!
Sigh. Like I said, some things never change.