Spring is on the breezePollen makes me sneezeYou can see it in the airFrom those awful Bradford PearsCheese on the counterCheese on my chinCheese is the glueThat prevents me from being thinOne rotten dogLays on the couch80 pounds of loveBut people think he’s a grouch Kiss me when you comeKiss me when you goKiss me on the cheekKiss me on the noseKiss me while I sleepKiss me in the snowKiss me when it hurtsKiss me very slowI’m sorry I snoreI would quit if I couldBut while I’m wishing for stuffI’d rather be on vacation for goodLisa got pigs todayI made enchiladas John Alan rode in circlesNothing rhymes with enchiladas I’m relieved I didn’t make any promises to anybody about what this blog was gonna be about. Y’all would be sorely disappointed. I’m hoping as hard as y’all do that inspiration will strike soon. Hopefully the weather will kick start something in the ol’ noggin’. I can’t fake it. Although I do enjoy the writing prompts on occasion, some of them are rather bleak. And some are so fantastical it just feels ridiculous. I will say I’m often surprised by the people who read my stuff. It’s a bunch of rambling rot, for the most part (especially with this resolution writing) but I appreciate y’all who resolutely tune in for the latest installment of my….whatever this is. In the meantime, here are my enchiladas. I’ll show…