A haphazard course of thought

A thought for the night...

If you had a giraffe
and he stretched another half
you would have a giraffe and a half.

It is the start to Shel Silverstein's book, A Giraffe and a Half. I was thinking about Silverstein tonight; not sure why suddenly. Perhaps it is because I had the pleasure of reading part of A Light in the Attic to Baby Z over the weekend. It was a pleasurable experience, and I think she liked the poetry better than when I started to read her the disaster recovery plan I needed to read for work. Hell, I liked the poetry a lot better!

Might be time for me to dig out my copy of Where the Sidewalk Ends...