Except y'know, when it's not Tuesday.
Thanks so much to Izzy Breezy for performing Monday night. Sadly, doing this series is like when me doing Pilates classes. Even if I only skip one week, I'm so awkward when I come back to it. That's why the poem is so late. Not to mention I wondered if I should even bother when two of Izzy's entourage did better improvisation than I did that night. At any rate, here it is.
Things to Do in Your Never Land
Just say it's Reagan's fault.
No matter the problem
it's probably true.

