Found Things

I found this poem by Shel Silverstein today:

I know you little, I love you lots,
my love for you could fill ten pots,
fifteen buckets, sixteen cans,
three teacups, and four dishpans


and decided that I really quite liked it. I also found that, when failing to perform my best,  I become so humiliated that I very nearly cry. That was my day today. I hope yours was considerably better.