Today Necromancy Never Pays is six years old, which of course makes me think of A.A. Milne’s “Now We Are Six” and what I interpret as a caution against getting too cocky about having done anything for six years in a row:
When I was one I had just begun
When I was two I was nearly new
When I was three I was hardly me
When I was four I was not much more
When I was five I was just alive
But now I am six, I’m as clever as clever;
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever
In honor of the blogoversary, I will take requests for poems you’d like to see reprinted and discussed. Do you have a favorite? One that’s always puzzled you? A children’s or nonsense poem you defy me to wring some meaning out of?
Put it in the comments and I’ll give it a try.