Poetry And Try Again

| Related | July 20, 2015

(My little sister is an English major and is in a silly mood this evening.)

Sister: “There was a poet in debt to me. He owed me an ode.”

Me: “You Kant do this.”

Sister: “Don’t get all philosophical with me.”

Me: “So this poet who had to repay you, how much were his words worth?”

Sister: “I don’t know. He took a walk in the snow and never came back.”

Mom: “He can’t write you a poem if he’s dead.”

Me: *deadpan* “Of course not. Only ghostwriters can do that.”

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