May 04, 2004
Hurried Haiku from a Harried Hore
I cannot type fast
Synapses fire bullshit
Cup with lots of holes
My stomach grumbles
Peeps mixed with Rice Krispies Treats
move internally
Constitutional
Quandaries have me in knots
Will this ever end?
Oh stinky neighbor
how I long for your kitchen
to explode quickly
Computer sexy
Why can't you do it for me?
Clone my husband please.
Little picked noses
make fingerprints on my brain
Sneezingly disappear.
On paper! On references! On header! On footer!
On APA! On Format! On page numbers and indentations!
On 1050 words on the US Constitution!
On Bullshit! On Waxing Philosophic!
On Brain! On Don't give up! On Don't stew in your own juices!
Although a tasty treat you might make for some starving cannibals, I need you.
Th.th.th.that's all folks! I am not responsible for this post.
Is it just me or do Rice Krispie Treats seem like the egg sack for Peeps? Just keep them warm and dry and in a month you'll have Peeps.
H,
First thing I thought this morning when I read your comments was, "Say wha???" But then I thought about the crunchiness and the marshmallow goodness, and I think I get it. One never can be too sure, though, especially with my brain!
Yep, you got it. Kind of a stretch, but I thought I'd give it a shot.
Better to shoot than to hold on to the ball! :)
Hey isn't that Charles Bukowski?
Yeah! I wish! I wish I were published. A poet, brilliant, etc. The CRAZY I've got all kinds of under control.