Poetry 101

At 100 degrees, my tea has boiled;

With 100 stains, my socks are soiled.

100 rips makes a holey shirt,

100 piles is a lot of dirt.

100 pennies make up a dollar,

100 blogs is a lot to foller.

Wish me 100 cheers today –

My blog has 100 posts – hooray!

I just realized that my last poem, ‘You Hide Your Scars Well’, was my 100th post on this blog!  So that makes this one post 101.  Hence the brilliant name. And mathematically intriguing photo.  (Did you think you were attending a poetry class??  Please do keep your grave disappointment to a minimum.  This is a family blog…)