OK, imagine that I have posted a photo . . . umm . . . yeah, just to the right of this text, I think. The photo depicts a bronze-leaved oak tree backed by a tall, majestic birch tree adorned with gorgeous golden raiment. Oh . . . . . . . CRUD! I think I'm going to puke. Gosh, golly dangit, anyway.
Listen, forget the photo. Instead, imagine two warthogs wrestling in a stinking black gooey ooze. Ooooh! That reminds me, Thanksgiving dinner is coming up, soon, Yum!
How about a nice Haiku?
"A warthog in mud
The autumn ooze, steam rises
In turns there's grunting"
Huh? Huh??
Until next time . . .
2 comments:
Ooh, that reminds me of a song I recently composed. It starts something like this:
There's a warthog in your underwear,
He says it's really so much fun to wear
da da doo doot dum de da da da....
Ahem, well I think Kim said something about stopping there. So.
Haiku master. Not necessarily you, but....
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