The problem with fish and deer
Is you never know how many are near.
Is there anything more embarrassin’
Than ordering deer meat instead of venison?
double note: I can always find snowmen. You are not safe from poetry. You’ve been warned. You can blame Ogden Nash.
notes to myself #172
You don’t really get a 5 o’clock shadow … I think it has something to do with daylight savings maybe.
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The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other, milk.
It’s difficult to write about cows: it’s rare for it to be well done.
To reudderate, I will ruminate on this and search for irrumination on the topic.
note: Pat Coakley over at Single for a Reason requested I write about cows. I guess she figures I’m like one of those wind-up monkeys or something: “Play Monkey Play!”
It was hard to type with those cymbals on my hands, but I tried.
double note: my friend the psychologist wanted to go to England during the Mad Cow Epidemic.
“Why are you so angry? And how does that make you feel?”
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