I still have my magnetic poetry bits and pieces on my refrigerator. All arranged by letter - thanks to dad. He wrote two little bits himself:
“ferocious animals home here”

And, my favorite…because it’s a good memory of him:
“remember never speak to the wild men
but like the fool”

As if it’s not bad enough that there’s piped in Muzak here at work, it has now turned into Muzak Christmas carols. Please, someone, keep me from going postal…