Short-form poetry to fill you with delight. Or despair.
Unexpected snowstorm
Where’s the spade, my dear?
You need a shovel, fool!
Spades are for digging
Shut my husband up
By using the shovel
Then I found a spade
And dug a great big hole
Image: Detail of a woman writing with a quill by Adelaide Labille-Guiard (Bridgeman Images)