Friday, April 29, 2011

A Friday poem from Susan the Wonderchild

Susan's friend, Erin Keenan, wrote the following on FB:
a more decent sort of critter
would stop and seize & shiver
dare never
to call this awful abode, with its trashful clutter
a more decent sort of critter
the kind without the nervous jitter
would spend its sundays only half in slumber
would write a list, list each item with a number
cross the items off & have them dismembered, all but disremembered
before going back to slumber
in the shiny, sanitary (rarely solitary) bed in the clean abode
a more decent sort of critter

but not this one.
Susan wrote the following response:
A more decent sort of critter
would surely clean the shitter
address the laundry pile
and do it with a smile
the dishes would be cleaned
the bathroom floor degreamed
the cat box scooped with glee
the ceiling cobweb free

however, this is, oh my,
a critter who simply is not I
who lays all morning in a bed
visions of kickball in my head
Tomorrow, perhaps, I may be neat
Today, I'll kick balls with my feet.


Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Picture du jour

Thanks to Kathryn Poe for this one.


Blunt cards!

I just discovered It's even tackier than

Here's an example:


Sunday, April 24, 2011

Quote du jour

"My favorite part of the Bible is where Jesus gives money to the rich, tells the poor to suck it up, and asks for Caesar's birth certificate."