everyone's a poet, didn't ya know it?

Everyone's an author or poet in some sense, no? TSO wrote this poem about me per an i.m. conversation we had this morning. Ah, the wee hours of the morning are good for something. Here you go, TSO.

Little miss Monster
sat on her sofa
watching shitty movies.
Along came a spider
and scared the hell out of her
and Ewan McGregor is hot.

Comments

TSOldtimer said…
Yeah, neat. Man but I astound even myself with my myriad talents.

Thanks for the spotlight.
Mummy Dearest said…
Three silly bloggers
Three silly bloggers
See how they type
See how they type!

They all chase after the ultimate post
So to their friends they may someday boast
Did you see all the comments? I got the most!

Three silly bloggers.
Three silly bloggers.


(sang to the tune of Three Blind Mice, of course).
Woot woot TSO.

Mummy, you are ridiculous! I love you! You know I love nursery rhyming song thingys...you found your way into this Librarian's heart with your poem. ;)
Woot woot TSO.

Mummy, you are ridiculous! I love you! You know I love nursery rhyming song thingys...you found your way into this Librarian's heart with your poem. ;)
Amy said…
Can we add these nursery rhymes to our "Little Tookus, JLo Booty, and the Abominable Snow Ass" childrens' collection?
Ha ha ha...I forgot about that for a minute. I can't wait to put those stories together, can't you just see the pictures!! Ah, good times. I still remember that conversation--walking back from McKee after we worked out. Oh, good times!
TSOldtimer said…
I can just see the title now...

"My Mother Was a Goose and My Father Was a Man from Nantucket: Memoirs of a Disfigured Love Child"

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