The Daily Fix

My dear sweet readers, I was going to post angrily, informing you of your neglect to comment. But what good would that do? So instead, I have decided to give you a taste of what's best for you: love. You may have noticed that this missive refers to my Uncle Frank. Readers who pay attention recall a certain post about my Uncle Buck. I have many Uncles.

Also, if you are easily disturbed, you SHOULD NOT read this.

I'll post it later, in fact. 

The title of this post could be taken in many ways: is it the first post of June, or simply commemorating the first day? Or, perhaps it is simply saying, "the first, to you, from June." I don't know really what I'm typing until it is to late, I am afraid. However, I do know this: it has been too recent since my last post, and too far inbetween them if I leave it off today. So, a quasi-post of poetical proportions:

I know that June is much a month

of spring and hope and joys

and in the time of June this month

one frightens little boys.

with sticks and masks and large black dogs

and candy in the vans

one doesn't have to beat on logs

to feel like one's a man.

one must scare the children small

and springtime it will be

this was the state of things, after all,

when this happened to me.