“But an empty shell, like an empty nest, invites day-dreams of refuge."-- Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space:  The Classical Look at How We Experience Intimate Places

Out on the porch in the late summer sun,My Slinky and me have plenty of fun.His stretches tall; I stretch on my toesWhat this linky Slinky does nobody knows It's upsy, downsy, woundsy, roundFun—the best fun that I have found!

This is how I feel today; I just want to act all sillyRun around and ham it up—goofy and willy-nillyI can google my face from side to side,Sick out my tongue and cross my eyes. My sister poses as sweet as can be, butThe most hilarious one to see—is wonderful silly me!