...for a different kind of girl

silent surburban girl releasing her voice, not yet knowing what all she wants to say about her life and the things that make it spin. do you have to be 18 to be here? you'll know when i know.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

wrote a haiku about it. wanna hear it? ok.

The following is a tribute to my sons, the youngest of whom tonight hit 'replay' on the sick thing, causing the oldest to threaten a sympathy spew:

demon intestines
have got me off crunchy JIF
next time make it cake

So much for "vomit-free since Friday!"

Enough already.

Seriously.

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3 Comments:

Blogger FTN said...

The best classic poetry of old always involved vomit. Robert Frost was big on the word "upchuck."

Monday, May 19, 2008 9:51:00 AM  
Blogger Desmond Jones said...

Vomit poetry;
Junior Tool Men blowing chunks.
What's better than that?

Monday, May 19, 2008 12:40:00 PM  
Blogger for a different kind of girl said...

ftn - I took several poetry classes in college, and well I recall the professor driving home that point. And being able to rhyme the word "spewing"? Perfection.

Des -

So little, she said
Until she woke up to find
Tool Man's turn had come

Wednesday, May 21, 2008 8:39:00 AM  

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