In case you were curious about the former 2014/2015 password provided (MildredPim), here’s the first poem of a series I’m working on that didn’t fit into my last collection:
- Quasi Quantum Qaverns
Proved less exciting than advertised
Mildred surmised as she surveyed
the Satellite Spelunking brochure
The cavern’s bigger than their picture!
Not wanting to waste her spent toks,
She strapped a recorder and pick-axe
To her pocket weasel
and sent in the maligned mustela.
A day later he returned,
No useful data recorded,
but the cotton candy
Stuck to his whiskers.