Pat has caused my addiction,
by creating this weekly theme.
Hop on the Rows wagon
and join the team!
Speaking of teams,
you'll need some shoes,
rows and rows, like age fourteens do.
When the weather's hot
or when it's cold
DP's my drink,
I can't let go.
Rows of admissions,
rows of pills,
camera's not wide enough
for the row of bills.
A row of tractor tracks,
always At The Farm,
need the equipment
but sometimes, they do harm.
A row of faded ribbons
from past horse shows,
Will I ever show again,
Who knows?
Oh, my friend, Pat,
to thee I tip my hat.
Your creation is my downfall,
you're stuck with me, rows and all.
