you’re now reading the words of the POET LAUREATE of Wildflour
I never thought I’d say this, but I’m a poet laureate. Of Wildflour Baking Company in Squaw Valley. Oh yes, it’s quite the honor, and I have the credentials to prove it (photo evidence above). Not sure what sorts of poems I’ll be required to write for the bakery, but I’m happy to do so! I won the Wildflour Favorite (adult) category in their annual Valentine’s poetry competition—not the grand prize (of a full season’s cookie pass), but somehow they deemed me worthy of poet laureate status.
Without further ado, I present to you my winning poem:
_____smith 
congratulations, poet laureate! also received your postcard, what a brave bunny to head out to the high seas like that. ;-) thanks for the smile! big squeeze, poeta.