Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Also

Kermit discovered a new use for the magnetic poetry on our fridge.

Imagine, for a moment, that you are the size of a Teddy Bear Hamster. You're looking up at the fridge door, which is littered with magnets*.

Does it look like a climbing wall to you?



*"secretly
relaxing
soft and heavy
dead
wasp
in
my
mouth

I ask why
they never stoned
my butt"
by Wes Whitson

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