The problem with putting peanut butter in a mouse trap is that I also love peanut butter.
Those that forget history are doomed to be called repeatedly to testify about it.
I know this is lousy poetry, but consider what I'm working with here.
I have post-treematic stress after our recent storm.
Perhaps the wrong progeny has been named as a "special advisor."
Believe it or not, my wife continues to tolerate me.
Or, "How I took a meteor shower."
Next -- a few words from the diacriticals.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out why I've once again been overlooked for this honor.