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Saturday, April 21, 2007

peoms

Yes, I spell it peom, and it would take forever to explain why.

Here's mine, in honor of the daffodils hiding from me:


I wandered smelly as a fart
Because I had a broken heart.
I was too sad to bathe my skin,
And so infection did set in.
Infection then turned to necrosis
and everybody held their nosis.

6 comments:

cybercita said...

ha! that was funny! you must be, as i am, a fan of ogden nash.

Woman Ray said...

I had a friend long ago who would say pearty for party, or generally ad a "pee" sound to the beginning of words that began with the letter "p" then a vowel.

She said she picked it up hanging out on a Carribian island in the 1980's, but possibly she meant she picked it up from the other american college friends she went with. She didn't say and I didn't think to ask.

Anyway, it reminded me.

silvio soprani said...

Little Gator,

I am wondering if you are also a fan of John Lennon's books of nonsense verse: IN HIS OWN WRITE and also A SPANIARD IN THE WORKS. Very Joycean and also Lennonist!

Jana C.H. said...

As in Leninist Lemon Meringue Pie?

Jana C.H.
Seattle
Saith JcH: Ogden Nash is my second-favorite poet.

little gator said...

yep, read Lennon, adore Nash and Lear.

When I get tohether with my friend Abby we crank out limericks at an astonishing rate.

In Roald Dahl's _Matilda_, seomone says writing proper limericks that are funny takes a lot of work. Not for us.

Like this one I wrote for a friend whose last name(duh) is Rice:

There once was a person named Rice
Who liked to devour live mice.
She'd munch on their tails
And ignore their sad wails,
Then gobble them up in a trice.

Jana C.H. said...

On second thought, it should be Leninist Lemon Bars, since we already have Trotskyist Key Lime Pie.

Jana C.H.
Seattle
Saith Floss Forbes: If you don't know the tune, sing tenor.