(no subject)
Feb. 5th, 2004 06:40 pmThis is just to say
I have buried your cat
Which you left with me for the weekend
And which you were expecting to pick up on Monday.
Forgive me.
She was dead.
So stiff
and starting to smell funky."
This is not to say
that poetry is a waste of time.
This is just to say that
I have written the novel
that probably you will say
is a major sell-out.
Forgive me.
It was so much fun, and
I needed the money.
I have buried your cat
Which you left with me for the weekend
And which you were expecting to pick up on Monday.
Forgive me.
She was dead.
So stiff
and starting to smell funky."
This is not to say
that poetry is a waste of time.
This is just to say that
I have written the novel
that probably you will say
is a major sell-out.
Forgive me.
It was so much fun, and
I needed the money.
This is just to say
Date: 2004-02-05 05:35 pm (UTC)I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer.
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do and its wooden
beams were so inviting.
Re: This is just to say
Date: 2004-02-05 08:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-05 06:31 pm (UTC)I think there's an ARC of the Jane Austen Book Club lying around at work. Want me to grab it for you? It's been sitting on the pile for weeks, so probably no one else wants it.
no subject
Date: 2004-02-05 10:59 pm (UTC)that you should have kept
a copy of your manuscript 'The Life of Thomas Crapper'
for it touched us in a way no other biography has
Forgive me.
It was paper.
And I was short of the
quilted kind.
See bad poet... bad bad poet :o)