F you, comma, the slog
There are things – things! – of substance that I’d actually like to talk about for a change, but I’m feeling too lazy and brainjumbled to form anything coherent and worthwhile at the moment.
Uhhhhh…yep.
Floobing thinky-deal. Work better, how ’bouts.
Bene scribete.
Lacking the state of mind required to do a thoughtful post, I shall now write a stupid poem about elephants.
Elephants are big, they say.
They’re bigger than your face.
They’re smaller than a planet, though,
And can’t survive in space.Elephants are grey, they say.
They’re whiter than the night.
Yet blacker than the falling snow,
And nowhere near as bright.Elephants are tough, they say.
They’re tougher than a fly.
Unless that fly is huge, you know,
And equally as sly.Elephants are shrewd, they say.
They never do forget.
If that is true, then I should go
Before these words upset.
Have a happy new year, everyone!
Bene scribete.
Writin' Fish 