Monsieur Voiture

It's very cold outside.  I wonder where I stole this melody from.  Hopefully from nowhere embarrassing.

Someone honked at me today

Here's what could happen if you honk at someone and they don't know why.  That person might write a terrible song about it, that might never had been written, had you never have honked.

Here's one about trees

This one's pretty lame.  I was watching the trees this morning and for some reason felt a little poetic.  There's some mild punning, the word 'nudiustertian,' and a neat-o rhyme scheme, but I don't think all that makes up for the naivete of a tossed-together poem.

Such graceful graven grief
The drunken tree is drawn and framed;
Leafless lush, untouched, unnamed,
Leviathan in cold blue sky.
To spark suspended disbelief,
In how the zephyrs ever tamed
The most tremendous trees, and why
These moments are so long and brief.

The years will pass me by.
My nudiustertian night is here,
Chastening me to cherish the years
And watch the trees sway in the morning.
Stark and silent 'gainst the sky,
'Mid leafy winds, a chilly bier,
To render sparse thoughts fast adorning
And hope and dream and laugh and cry.