I was up late watching Psych and it was AWESOME. It was very suspenseful and scary, and I was elastic (elated/ecstatic?) about it. Then I went upstairs to see if I could find some of my childhood classics, such as Where the Wild Things Are, due to the new movie. Turns out my mom had given it away, dangit. But I spent about 20 minutes reading some of my favorites, which now seem very distant and strange. Why do the bears sitting in chairs not wear clothes but the rabbits do? I read some Dr. Seuss which had me LOLing. One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish is an amazing book. Complete non sequiturs, talking about all those strange and wonderful creatures using simple words. I will want to show these books to my kids.
I wanted to write some poetry when I started inscribing this post. I’m not so sure, and that’s my ADHD. People go around on the internet saying that they’re crazy and random, but all they’re really doing is undermining their diagnosis or lack thereof, undermining actually insane people who are not to be laughed at, and undermining English convention for using a term which is meant for math and physics, not spouting unrelated nonsense with inherently funny sounds. “CHICKEN PICKLE POT PIE PANTS” may be non sequitur, but it isn’t random. I hate those people as much as I love them.
Oh crap, now I got off topic. Curse you, my train of thought took a wrong switchpass. It didn’t derail, because then I would be a mile away already. It’s late and I’m tired. But I will write poetry. I’ll write poetry.
Here’s a Lorp.
It must go chorp.
It plays the harpsichord.
And when it stops
Running high warp,
It will get very bored.
That’s a Muyb with pointed toes,
It pokes them in the frozen snows.
The snow is cold, its toes have froze,
And then it licks the icy floes.
I need a ferro, come quick now!
My train has crashed into a cow.
The iron horse will just not move,
It got its wheel stuck in a groove.
The wheel is square, you ferros say?
That’s why the train has to delay.
I can imagine nothing worse
Than crashing cows into a horse.
Sit down, sit down,
You’re much too fast!
You need to sit
To sign my cast.
My arm was broke
Upon the swing,
When I flew out
And with a zing,
I crashed into
A rocky cloud
It really was
A hill aloud.
That’s all the poetry I have right now. Good night, people.
Twiggy Little Nuggets 