It’s fall again–how things have changed,
I’ve tried every noodle flavor,
room 3-4-1 is my new home,
my wall is full of butterflies.
Now rice is a delicacy.
Edma wrestles in bed across,
the pages turn in War and Peace,
I’m falling once again in love.
Math discussion ended early today, and I had a nice discussion, about, of all things, Chinese.