Strike two-thirty and it sharp click tocks down like early on the fresh end blocks. Quick stride sliding out the back glass door, open closing like it’s gone before. – Don’t brush hurry now you know the scheme. Wait long planting on the pit rush dream. Long time glider, or you’ll bide your time play […]Read more "Ready, Set…Nonsense!"
Why is this poem here? you might ask. Well I’ll have you know that it is here because, because…okay that’s hard to answer. Basically it’s random and I wanted to publish it. I figure Dr. Seuss gets to do it. And Ogden Nash (and if we’re being honest, e. e. cummings, like, all the time). […]Read more "Booflang (the poem)"
Make ready the fortress! Gather your guns! Stockpile your food And the cinnamon buns! Collect all the bedding And fine sleeping bags. Do not forget “Get-out-of-jail -free” tags. ‘Cause the Uglumph is comin’. He’s comin’ around. He’s gonna shake up Those who are not profound. He’ll drink up their Pepsi. He’ll gobble the cheese, […]Read more "The Uglumph"