'Gather ye rosebuds…'

Poetry. Yep, I am writing about it again because of 100 minutes spent in Wal-Mart with my granddaughter. But before I get to that, here’s a poetry story from just last week that made me want to pen a limerick. There was a darn man from the South Who let mean things ooze from his mouth. He lived in one state but represented another, This darn old man from the Sout...