Ode to Bob

I feel silly, oh so silly

I feel just like a blonde headed ditz.

'Cause I'm living

With a certain old Kaplowitz

I feel cookoo

Like the Jew, who

Has twelve copies of Il Trovatore

And I bet you

That today he will buy twelve more

Who's that crazy Jew in that wheelchair there

Who could that op'ratic Jew be?

Such a glassy stare

Such a grizzly chin

Such a golden mouth

Such an evil grin

It's our Bobby, yes our Bobby

It's our fav'ritest Bob Kaplowitz

But I still

Kinda feel like a blonde headed ditz.

A Bugle Call

"Oh, That's who that is." I said to he.

Pointing, pointedly.

"No," he sighed

And then replied,

"The one you're thinking of is me."

"Well, well." I cheered and slapped him on the back.

"The victory today is all thanks to you."

He sighed again and looked down at his feet.

As if some consternation was stuck upon his shoe.

At last he said, "I meant to sound retreat

But instead I called attack."

Reading Assignment

Frankenstein is a monster.

The man, not the monster.

Frankenstein.

He is a monster.

The monster's a monster too

But that's nothing new.

The sequel!

For some reason, this crops funny on our blog, so I'd expand it or click over to youtube to watch.

Poor Samuel, on his twenty-third birthday, September 25, 2006

"I'm still here." I said,

Clenching my right fist

As if to assure myself that such was the case.

"Please nod your head

If you can hear this."

And I waved an expectant hand before his face.

"Yes. But why are you

Not leaving me be?"

He asked, not blinking, nothing moving but his lips.

And then something new

just occurred to me.

He had just been blinded by the solar eclipse.

Mother #3

"Certainly,"

She said,

Avoiding the subject,

"One must consider the issues."

With such profundity and zeal

That she almost convinced herself.

the Problem

the Problem with France is its got frogs

the Problem with canines is they're dogs

the Problem with swine is they're just hogs

the Problem with machines, too few cogs

the Problem with caves, they're full of trogs

the Problem with 'Bama, all the bogs

the Problem with trees is that they're logs

the Problem with Google Reader is it pisses me off when you can read all those posts without having to comment on the blogs.