It's such a small thing, but if you've ever been camping and run out of matches, it becomes the biggest deal in the world...
 
 
Do you remember the taunting chant, meant as the epitome of insults, so carelessly flung as children?
"I'm the king of the castle, and you're the dirty rascal..."
 
Another "challenge" poem, this one was given to me by a co-worker who thought the new book called 'Does farting make you go faster?' was too good to pass up.
 
 
 
My very first spine poem. Profound? Nope. Just the beginning of an addiction...