tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277361803634899411.post7996504033206329191..comments2024-03-07T15:41:40.518-08:00Comments on Superfluous Miscellany: takes talentJamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11049138813340800745noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277361803634899411.post-85226812417905419642008-06-29T16:06:00.000-07:002008-06-29T16:06:00.000-07:00Those are both great -- I guess she does know her ...Those are both great -- I guess she does know her poetry.Zinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01296527480464047161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277361803634899411.post-51665790116281513402008-06-29T10:52:00.000-07:002008-06-29T10:52:00.000-07:00I'm with you, Zina.The irony is Sister once wrote:...I'm with you, Zina.<BR/><BR/>The irony is Sister once wrote:<BR/><BR/>Roses are red.<BR/>Violets are blue.<BR/>Poems that rhyme <BR/>are very unsophisticated.<BR/><BR/>and<BR/><BR/>There was a sheik named Abdul<BR/>who took a flying leap into a pool. <BR/>His bodyguards found him<BR/>with sand all around him<BR/>because he jumped into a mirage. <BR/><BR/>She's just razzing me, because that's what Sister does.Jamihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11049138813340800745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277361803634899411.post-6273818204845899442008-06-28T22:48:00.000-07:002008-06-28T22:48:00.000-07:00Sister (of Jami,you have it justbackwardsabout wha...Sister (of Jami,<BR/>you have it just<BR/>backwards<BR/>about what is<BR/>not poetry<BR/><BR/>I forgot about archy and mehitabel. That was one of the books on our shelves growing up that I finally got bored enough to read. Not sure I understood much of it, although I do remember that mehitabel was a cat who believed she'd been Cleopatra in a previous life. (Right?)<BR/><BR/>P.S.<BR/>She frowned and called him "Mister"<BR/>Because in fun he kissed her<BR/>And so in spite<BR/>That very night<BR/>That Mister kissed her sister<BR/><BR/>------<BR/>The daughter of the farrier<BR/>Could find no one to marry her<BR/>Because she said<BR/>She would not wed<BR/>A man who could not carry her<BR/><BR/>The poor old girl was wrong enough<BR/>And had to wait quite long enough<BR/>For as she sat<BR/>She grew so fat<BR/>That nobody was strong enough<BR/><BR/>(Two non-poems from another of my childhood books, selected mainly for being the first limericks I could come up with off the top of my head.)Zinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01296527480464047161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277361803634899411.post-41732651065847085082008-06-27T10:04:00.000-07:002008-06-27T10:04:00.000-07:00Oh Sister, Thou art wiseand yet a pagan. Thou hast...Oh Sister, <BR/>Thou art wise<BR/>and yet a pagan. <BR/>Thou hast the<BR/>mouth of a pithy<BR/>sailor.<BR/><BR/>Love, JamiJamihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11049138813340800745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277361803634899411.post-57667997786677210402008-06-27T10:01:00.000-07:002008-06-27T10:01:00.000-07:00Poetry....There once was a girl from Nantucket.......Poetry....<BR/><BR/>There once was a girl from Nantucket....<BR/>Who walked around carrying a bucket<BR/>She picked up a clam<BR/>and cut up her hand<BR/>And so she screamed, [edited for content]<BR/><BR/>Poetry.....<BR/><BR/>The dog drool on my leg<BR/>trickles down into my sock.<BR/>Slime knows no boundries.<BR/><BR/>Conversation....<BR/><BR/>so, the other day<BR/>I was writing<BR/>and I decided<BR/>every three words<BR/>I would hit<BR/>the enter button<BR/>that way all<BR/>I write will<BR/>have the look <BR/>of something important.<BR/><BR/>Not a poem, a comment..... thus spake [the sister].Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277361803634899411.post-77180880284880908622008-06-24T01:51:00.000-07:002008-06-24T01:51:00.000-07:00Um, wait, I wanted to clarify. I know the poem is...Um, wait, I wanted to clarify. I know the poem isn't ABOUT me, but I thought it was awesome that you mentioned me in conjunction with the poem. Does that make sense? <BR/><BR/>ARG, I shouldn't comment after midnight.TheOneTrueSuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18152442732262673983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277361803634899411.post-58876539011582150912008-06-24T01:50:00.000-07:002008-06-24T01:50:00.000-07:00I LOVE this. And yes, I totally agree - it's a po...I LOVE this. And yes, I totally agree - it's a poem. <BR/><BR/>(I wish I actually lived up to it.) You're awesome, thank you for making my day. I think this is one of the nicest compliments I've ever had. :>TheOneTrueSuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18152442732262673983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277361803634899411.post-18719605027994148382008-06-23T23:45:00.000-07:002008-06-23T23:45:00.000-07:00To my sister,It is TOO a poem. Sure it doesn't rhy...To my sister,<BR/><BR/>It is TOO a poem. Sure it doesn't rhyme or have any sort of special cadence or any neato-bandito word play. Sure it was written by a cockroach. But it's true. You know it and I know it. That makes it poetry to me. <BR/><BR/>Love, JamiJamihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11049138813340800745noreply@blogger.com