May 14, 2004

MuNu Poetry

In keeping with what seems to be the custom round here, I will contribute what my mother claims to be a little piece of doggeral penned by Mr. Dennis Coot, er, Mr. John Keats:

The Sun shines down from meridian height
and illumins the depths of the sea.
Cry out the fishes, begining to sweat,
"Oh dammit, how hot we shall be!"

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Wow.

My very first MT post and my very first time in the new Llama Butcher digs. I've no idea what half these buttons do, but it looks like I can scramble by on my Blogger skills for at least a little bit.

What else is there to say but Yip! Yip! Yip!

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The Lama

Ogden Nash

The one-l lama,
He's a priest.
The two-l llama,
He's a beast.
And I will bet
A silk pajama
There isn't any
Three-l lllama.*

*The author's attention has been called to a type of conflagration known as a three-alarmer. Pooh.

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