Broetry

Most of the poetry we’ve learned has come from sappy greeting cards and, if left to write our own, most of us would immediately start jotting down, “Roses are red . . . ” It’s not our fault, shedding tears to “Leaves of Grass” isn’t our forte. Broetry, however, has found a tender spot in our heart, ditching flower petals and the sweet dew of a morning’s mist for frat parties and lovely lady escapades. Brian McGackin, has taken it upon himself to speak poetically for the average guy. So, draw yourself a warm bath, light some scented candles (Fresh Linen preferably) and delve in . . . or just read it.