When October’s chill is in the air
And time draws nigh for forty-second post
I scratch my head and sit upon my chair
To think about the things that matter most.
Should I about my new employment write?
Share knitting-feats accomplished in a week?
Discourse on winter’s soon-approaching blight?
Or take a poll; learn what my readers seek?
Instead, I choose departure from the norm.
From Miami’s old degree I blow the dust,
Selecting an extravagance of form
With elegance which soon demands I must
Find comfort in a blanket weaved from words,
And snuggle in with wineglass and cheese curds.