the author caught in the act by his wife, Elizabeth Edwards
I recently picked up a small, second hand tome on the limerick (“The Lure of the Limerick – An Uninhibited History” Baring-Gold) and found myself not only amused but inspired.
One morning soon thereafter, I was startled awake by ‘smealm,‘ a truly disturbing occurrence, I can assure you.
The bluer ‘rotini‘ followed with rapidity as I hunkered over the keyboard.
Josephine lives on the streets
They say he wrote a children’s book
He wears a purse on his head
and trusts no one who drinks Coke
I once gave him some food from my picnic
in exchange for a handful of white rocks
I misunderstood. I thought
he just wanted a paper plate
Maybe crazy, yeah
Gone as a hoot owl
raised in a closet
Crazy, yeah – you know
but …
Some say they were born under a bad sign
Sometimes there is just a bad seed
When them Edwards boys come a-sniffin’ around
I tell you now, you better pay heed
I heard they stole some Matchbox from the Woolworths
Some Abba-Zabbas from the Alco
They took a whole damn register from Ben Frank’s
It just grew legs and walked out the door
I rediscovered many of my toys while making the Chogokin Gimmickry video. I encourage you to occasionally play with your toys – especially your r@@@re and expensive, super-fragile, antique Japanese diecast toys from companies like Popy, Takatoku, Bullmark, Arklon, Eidi, and Marushin.
Dim Monkey Attracted To Shiny Things Quits Facebook, Casual Internet Use
After 20 years (give or take a minute or two) of expressing myself online – thoughts, hopes, dreams, jokes, lies, remembrances, imaginings, fantasies, whims, and various pictures of things I found funny, curious, interesting, or was about to eat or drink – I’ve come to one very obvious and somewhat shamefaced conclusion: