SubscribeTime for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
Wainscots on noses and blisters from spitting,
Fried popper petals and Triscuits on knitting,
Frown-lines (age ravages all living things) —
These will be some of my blog-centered flings.
Dream-dullard phonies and brisk snickerdoodles,
Floor smells and Hormels and mitten caboodles,
Samsonite oboes in gold-lamé slings —
These will be some of my blog-centered flings.
Squirrels in wide Pepsis with yew-hatted cashews,
Doughboys who panfry the shade of Veep Agnew,
Double-wide sinners who eat the I Ching —
These will be some of my blog-centered flings.
When the frog's tight,
When the skis sing,
When my spleen cracks up,
I blithely pawn-shop some familial bling —
And then I just make fax up.
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posted by escabeche at 12:30 PM on August 31, 2007