So what does one wax eloquent about on a deliciously sunshiny and mild Thursday? Let me strain my brain.
I'll answer Xta's and Kim's comments. Xta = : ) Oh, I'm reading, Kim. Just not promoting anything. I'm reading in my car (while waiting, not driving, of course) before bed, between chores, while pup-sitting.
Actually, I couldn't swing a cat by the tail without hitting a book in progress. Note: PETA supporters, I would never swing a cat by the tail, especially mine. Three words. Teeth, claws, revenge. Which reminds me of one of my all time favorite jokes. The book title and author jokes like Yellow River by I.P. Freely.
My favorite is slightly off-color in the traditional wording. So I'm going to leave it to your imaginations.
Book Title: Cat's RevengeAuthor: Claude (pick your poison...think body part or heck, go for furniture).
I did compose and enter the following poem at Chip MacGregor's annual bad poem contest. He probably won't pick it because I did go with the birthday theme and this puts me in the majority.
But, I think it's really awful and I did mention two things he really liked last year. A moose and puppies in dangerous situations. I left out his favorite lines though.
love, love, love
love, love
love, love, love.
Chip, it's your birthday, it's your birthday.
So dawg, consider this yo b-day rappin poem.
Dude, sweet b-day wishes, as you eat you cake.
Doncha worry bout no carbohydrate
Doncha cry about puppies on da loose
not about the contracts or Alaskan moose
Just put you feet up and take a breath
Life's just that until it's death.
See the other really great contenders here Bad Poem Contest and it's not to late if you want to try to beat me.
