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My pits are uneven. With the Mennen Speed
Stick this morning, I gave the left seven strokes and the right only five.
I've been walking off-center all day. One arm clings on the swing to the
green gelatin a fraction of a second longer, and my world-view is altered. Nothing major, just enough to make my words rhyme from time to time,
to make my metaphors taste like similes, to make my verbs go intransitiving,
and for my Nouns to get uppity and proper. Somebody get me some more deodorant before I start onomotopoeing in a
splishing, splashing river. My synonyms are homophones. I eye, aye. Ay, eye
I. Hey, baby, let me dangle your participles. Let me verb possessive
pronoun adjective plural noun adverb. Because, baby, you Mad Lib my world.
And conjunction my function. I ain't gettin' nowhere and I been very careful.
Please, just a little Speed Stick! No? No? Double negative? Then I ain't
got nothing more to say. ____________ |
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Dave Clapper |
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