Feeling sort of melancholy lately.  Probably has to do with the dreary weather: days and sunless days of chilly rain, dim murky light, oppressive cloud cover.  Yuck.  Anyway, Darlin’ and I are doing quite well, my Twisted Sister is happy, the cat is thriving, and yet my mind wants to dwell on cheerless gray thoughts.  So I turn to a dark time in my past, and do a little exorcism of demons that pop up once and again.  My thought garden is susceptible to weeds, as is anyone’s, and on occasion I write bad poetry to clear it out.  I wrote this sparkling little rhyme a few days ago – I’ve…