Today I thought I'd present you with a poem of my own crafting. I don't write a lot of poetry, and when I do, it's kind of occasional, so I don't see myself putting it up in the blog too often. But here goes.
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Charles Darwin in Eden
"Dude, pass the fish legs."
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The more I think about it the less sense it makes, so it must be a good poem. Right?
2 comments:
It sounds like the punch line to a Twilight Zone episode; any poem that reminds me of TV must be good.
The less I think about it, the more sense it makes. Soon enough, I suspect, it will make perfect sense? Maybe that's not quite right.
At the beginning of He Done Her Wrong (a humorous novel-in-pictures, and a long-time favorite of mine), Milt Gross writes "They laughed when I sat down to draw a novel, but they didn't laugh when I fin--".
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