I wandered lonely as a clod Just picking up old rags and bottles Until I came upon a host Of golden axolotls
I must go down to the city dump To the lonely dump and the sky And all I need is a garbage truck And a star to steer her by
Can't take credit for these lines; they're vintage Mad magazine, the only place -- in another place and time -- where we would have seen the face of the Pointless Sisters, Palin and Bachmann
Aahhh...I should have KNOWN this had something to do with Sarah Palin. At first I thought you'd had a bit too much of that fine Sonoma Valley wine! Then I realized there's no such THING as too much fine Sonoma Valley wine. Succinct, yet effective, post -- extra points for inspiring poetry in the comments!
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Just picking up old rags and bottles
Until I came upon a host
Of golden axolotls
I must go down to the city dump
To the lonely dump and the sky
And all I need is a garbage truck
And a star to steer her by
Can't take credit for these lines; they're vintage Mad magazine, the only place -- in another place and time -- where we would have seen the face of the Pointless Sisters, Palin and Bachmann
It really is thrilly
Because Sarahspeak
Is so very Wasilly
She skins a moose
She guards our border
She uses the English language
In random order....
Thanks for the chuckle, Roy.
Rated for even more giggles.
Neat post, inspiring neat comments. It's all good.
You wouldst to arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
I chortled in my drink.