Thursday, January 25, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Friday, January 19, 2007
Ode to Chicken
Oh Chicken, how I do love thee
this hunger doth so consume me
Thine breasts are tender and fine,
I am wont to make them mine.
Thy wings, they bring forth hope
to the bellies of many a dope.
And your thighs, when plucked all bare
cause me to whisper a prayer:
Thank you, God, for this food.
Amen
this hunger doth so consume me
Thine breasts are tender and fine,
I am wont to make them mine.
Thy wings, they bring forth hope
to the bellies of many a dope.
And your thighs, when plucked all bare
cause me to whisper a prayer:
Thank you, God, for this food.
Amen
Thursday, January 18, 2007
I've been a bad kitty...
So I'm typing away on an email, and the "Ask Yahoo" header playfully inquires: How do you get Play-doh out of carpet?
And I say: The same way you get gum off a cat. Hot soapy water and scissors.
In lieu of a poem...
And I say: The same way you get gum off a cat. Hot soapy water and scissors.
In lieu of a poem...
My Chicken Friend and Me
my sisters cooking chicken
but its not done quite yet
if i had a chicken
id treat it like a pet
id take it to the park some days
and comb its hair just right
id shower it with lots of praise
and tuck it in at night
our love would last forever
my chicken friend and me
our love would last forever
for all eternity
but its not done quite yet
if i had a chicken
id treat it like a pet
id take it to the park some days
and comb its hair just right
id shower it with lots of praise
and tuck it in at night
our love would last forever
my chicken friend and me
our love would last forever
for all eternity
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