Foolish Monkey

Foolish Monkey
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*************************** *************************** WARNING: what you read at noon is NEVER the same poem or post a few hours later. I can't help myself. I like to noodle. HELPFUL SUGGESTION: if you like what you've read (and even if you didn't), come back in a day or two. It'll be better. In fact, if you hated it, you must come back and read it again because it will definitely be better. *************************** "I find that I am so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain" -Red in The Shawshank Redemption, Stephen King ***************************

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AUGUST 20, 2009 12:59PM

ipod in the refrigerator (complete)

Rate: 7 Flag

 

 missing pod

pod in the frig

bifocals in the hamper

books behind a lamp

not the happy camper

 

don't remember where

brain's a decliner 

maybe over here

or inside the recliner

 

 bumble headed wisdom

wrinkles add complexity!

but coffee's in the closet

and my self is in perplexity

 

 


   This is the final version.  Isn't it spectacular?

~insane laughter~

 IGOR! .....to the laboratory! 

 

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I seem to be saying "honey do you know where my ____ is?" A LOT.
Hey, you're way ahead of me. I don't even own an iPod, though I do have a fridge. What I hate the most is when I have something really important, so I put it in a special place, and then I can't remember where the goddamn special place is. Arrgh.

Rated
oh God John, that is my life EVERY day!

LOL (hahahahha)
Misplacing things have become a sport I'm quite good at. rAted!
Oh I do feel your pain. Since growing ancient, I fear I would lose my head if it weren't glued on.
chuck and wally:
sometimes I'm so frisky, I scare my joints.

othertimes I am walking in circles trying to remember my thought process so I can figure out where my pocketbook is.

and of course, I still think like I'm 15.
why thank you so much Steve.
Very funny! Too bad everything doesn't have some kind of chip in it so that you can find it like a dog! But, the day I find my ipod in the refrigerator will not be a good day! You should add a little music to the poem and make a million or two. Sounds like a country hit to me!
Pamela, I think I will spend half the remainder of my life looking for stuff. (if I'm lucky...I realize this could get worse.)

thanks for stopping by!
Are you my mother?
did you borrow my earrings again?
Wrily laughing in recognition over here, too!
Love it! It rings so true.
I had a recent similar adventure. I misplaced my glasses and of course I can not see well enough to find them without my glasses. After an hour of running my nose along top of every flat surface in the house, I was moments away from phoning my daughter to drive over and help me, when they magically appeared on top of the microwave. Frustrating!
On the other hand, one good thing about losing your memory is that you can hide your own Easter eggs.