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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Late late late for the bus

I am missing the bus, missing it !
Goldarn it, oh shit !
To write a poem on demand

Is often beyond this poor hand

Last week's task for the frabjous P-butter Bus was to write a four-line rhyme of protest, which the neato-keen Watercats have promised to turn into a song. I can't possibly miss the opportunity to be included in a song! And yet, I am overwhelmed and out of time. Here it is anyway.

8 comments:

Helen said...

The second line makes this an official protest! Hop on!

The Bug said...

I love the mixture of fake profanity with the actually profane. Made me smile :)

The Vegetable Assassin said...

I love that you were so cute you changed "damn" to "darn" then followed it with "shit". Awesome. :)

Niamh B said...

better late than never

Peter Goulding said...

Better to have run for the bus and missed it, than never to have run for it at all.
I think.

Titus said...

Peter has said it all. I think.

What's more, I need your address to send a fun-filled package of homemade things to! E-mail me at TitusmckayATaolDOTcom.

Totalfeckineejit said...

The struggle for a poem became a poem!! COOL!

izzy said...

You did it! cool! glad you ran for it-
thanks.