This collection of poetry exists at intersection of affable creativity and laughable time management. As I reminisce on an early elementary poetry lesson about writing rhyming couplets, I accept the challenge of compiling "At Least 42 Lines", a collection of 21 poems (or something like that) that will be published after a twenty-one day deadline that I initially paid money to adhere to so that I would finally have something published to point at. Some may describe an anthology like this as "everything but the kitchen sink". Others may describe it as lazy. My hope is that something about it leads us all to hunger for more.