An old to Doc: Doc, I think I''m getting senile. Several times lately, I have forgotten to zip up.
Doc: That''s not senility. Senility is when you forget to zip down
A mother serves her sugar with
A bit of peppermint
To clarify the passages
That carry what she meant
When she first set to bear a soul
Quite separate from her own,
Whom she would cherish, yet must teach
To live and die alone.
