Monday, November 4, 2013

Learn to Count

I'm not really sure what I'm going for here. I was hoping for possibly a parade with tanks and large cannons. Possibly some occupational forces. Which I suppose is less of a parade. ...and more of a parade. Do I like them less now? ...    that is not the point. In fact far beyond it. But surprisingly like it all the same. Not that that was what was intended, just what might have been seen. Vulnerable and quivering indeed, though on second thought I'm not sure quivering was in there, though it really might have been. Sadly. Not as smooth as a giant gorilla balloon but then I don't have sombrero or a turban at my dispense. The interesting thing is, I didn't need one. I sure could use one now. But sunday isn't really what I'm looking for; it's tuesday. Day or night would do. Not that there's a problem with sunday, I like it quite well. But a tuesday? Either half. As long as you only pick half. Again the point? Well it isn't sunday. And it isn't tuesday. It's monday. Half a foot in and half a foot out. And that's when I realize that simple math eludes me. Abundantly. Forrest for the trees. It's those small numbers you know...  And the fall. Just reminders.

Reminders that maybe next time I'll not skip seven.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Lagome

I'll be honest. I want that. Nothing else really. All the rest I would give up. Amazing how the rest means... nothing. Not a word. Feel that.
Here's for a chance.

Friday, November 1, 2013

What is the Difference Between an Osyter and a Muscle? Give at Least Three Examples.

An oyster is real small and red
And has twelve eyes upon his head
Except for maybe just a few
More chanc-ed like a large emu

Who's some rare kind of southern fish
That scaled might fill a Petri dish
But not confused with square cup boards
Which aren't for cups or hanging swords

And aren't designed, as reason laws
For kitchen knives or cross cut saws
But being hinged are more a ground
To things that break the speed of sound

Which includes things like air balloons
Or seamen lost on small maroons
A type of island in New Wales
Created by huge coral snails

Who in excursion leave behind
Cement and mangos in their kind
Which mixed together makes a bale:
A measure on the Richter scale

Computed by three monks in Laos
Who live inside a half-way house
A place for crazed and un-decites
Allowed to stay for three dog nights

Which in the life of those small beasts
Is like 5 years for things like yeasts
That recombine the DNA
Which is a doctor's night array

That's why its spake of in hushed tones
In things that are called microphones
Which make the sound much smaller still
Than whispers, which can be quite shrill

And shrill's a type of shellbacked shrimp
That whales bite at when they are limp
As they are now in these now days
Shoved off from shore by Darwin's ways

Who was a hunter in the south
That foamed a lot about the mouth
Ranting 'bout Nature's Select
A brand I think of some insect

Or wait, all bugs that Asia buys
Like worms or bats high in the skies
So that is why I like those things
Called oysters in less-knowing rings


Now as I've aced this test that's due
Let's not waste time with essay two