i'm a poetry carney

hurry, hurry, hurry, step right up and see my haiku on display over in the poetry carnival. you sir, you madam, for the same price you'd have to pay to walk to a bustop you could be seeing the poetic equivalent of the fat lady.

(seriously, it's a good idea -- someone hosts the poets every month [hence "carnival"] -- and dan's done a good job laying his version out. i know all the writers would appreciate your eyes. leave a comment and thrill your fellow man.)