Poetry is very serious

I just started a poem "We're each allowed one poem about a mystical badger, and I am using mine now." Probably not one for the ages, but it made me happy. The mystical badger thing actually comes from a reader's report, and was said about Robert Bly.

Now I'm off to drink some pre-biggroupdinner wine in a manner so Henhenesque it makes me miss her terribly.