Yodeling will not bring back
The chicken you lost as a young girl
Stop slaping everyone with your purse
It is heavy with coupons and
Fog creeps into our pants
As we wait for a connection
Change in jangling in our pockets
Where in the hell are we going?
I would hug you if I had longer arms
Dear yodeling tornado.
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This has made my day - you sir, have been added to my RSS.
I'll do my best, Asura. I hope to bring a couple of other cool funny poets in on this blog too. I find it hard to believe someone's commented on it already....
Thanks Jimi Phoenix. Sweet name.
Why yes; yes it is.
Btw, for some out-of-date randomness, the ball you're hitting on the beach in Ireland is called a sliotar (I think it literally means 'ball', and it's pronounced 'slitter').
When I was 10, I spent one of the happiest years of my life in Ireland. Your picture brought back a bunch of memories for a foreign kid trying to learn something all his friends know almost by instinct. Cheers, and I'll definitely look forward to your next post.
Jimi, you've inspired me to do so Irish themed poems. Stay tuned.
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