July 28th, 2004

Flying Ace

Yee-Haw!

I AM 21% WHITE TRASH!
21% WHITE TRASH
I, my friend, have class.  I am so not white trash.  .  I am more than likely Democrat, and my place is neat, and there is a good chance I may never drink wine from a box.


(I'm so glad they didn't ask if I've been to a rodeo or demolition derby lately!)
  • Current Mood
    silly
Flying Ace

Wednesday's poem

Looking up

People like sappy poetry
    of missing loves and misting seas
Poignant things, deep, profound
    And in such poems, no rhyme is found.

I cannot write such stuff as that.
  Not in my nature, it just falls flat.
My writing is quite juvenile
  But hopefully it brings a smile

To someone with a crappy day
  A silly poem that shouts "Hooray!"
Live is silly and abusurd.
  Why waste it feeling like a turd?

In fact I think I'll write one now!

"Hey mister!  Do you see that cow?"
        "Why no!  A bovine I do not see."
  "Well sir, try looking up that tree!"

"A tree.  A TREE?  You silly lad.
        I'll NOT look up.  I'll NOT be had."
    Just then there came a CRACK!
  A cow fell, the man went SPLAT!

    The moral is quite plain to see.
      Cows, they can't climb trees.
  And you can certainly say "tut tut,"
    But it doesn't hurt to try looking up.

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There, SEE!  Isn't that just way more fun
                    Than
      "Woe is me...my lovers gone!
        I ache upon the silver sand..."

Stuff like that is just so bland!

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And so I'll write that stuff which
    Makes English teachers and poets twitch.
But for me, I'll waste my time
    Writing poems that really rhyme.




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Thoughts?  Comments?  Rotting fruit?
Lemme know what you think.
  • Current Music
    Accidentally in Love
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Again with the stalling...

So, digging through my apartment getting ready for the move and stumbled across even more pictures.

Came across some pix that were snapped the evening of my premiere party for Tea for Two. Wow. I'd forgotten there were pictures. THAT was an exhausting night. And next day. And next 2 weeks.
And months and months after that.
Wow. That was actually a huge lynchpin time in my life.

But don't I look cute with my Kiwi friend Mark B. He looks more tired than I did!





Also, because I'm stalling and stupid: For xenologue
  • Current Music
    Christine Lavin Could Do It-Cheryl Wheeler-Big League Babe, Part 1
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The Critique

The Poem About How I Know I'm Not a Poet

"Your meter's off,"
My sister said.
"Your poem is pretty bad."
And even though my sisters RIGHT...
Her comments made me sad.

  • Current Music
    The Whomping Willow And The Snowball Fight-John Williams-Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban