So, who is the Poolside Laureate?
She’s a dreamer lying in a lounge chair, composing immortal verse. Picture a little paper umbrella in that drink beside her on the deck table.
This blog began as a repository for a large body of light verse that I can’t seem to put an end to. Rhyming couplets spring to life uninvited, usually while I’m out walking, and I follow them to see where they go. You’ll find these under The Sidewalk Poems.