I've been Frosted

One of my favoritest people ever, CallieMo, "edited" a Robert Frost poem in my honor.

And honored I am - so much so, that I'm going to share it with you here.

Whose word these are I think I know.
His site is on the big Web, though;
He might not see me stopping here
To watch his words posted quite slow.

My dear husband must think it queer
To stop when there's no new stories here
Upon this site where posts I make
Day and night all through the year.

He gives his graying head a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The hours and the minutes creep
Until a new post Joe does make.

Joe's stories are funny, odd and deep,
But Joe has promises to keep,
And reams of prose before he sleeps,
And reams of prose before he sleeps.

That rules.