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Babbling, Bumbling Band of Baboons!

The tigress, head of the great baboons' congress Was in great distress For failing to impress And the baboons they started to get a little restless With the way the tigress Always seemed to be clueless About all things that should have kept her in abundant stress So she decided she would digress And start cleaning all the terrible mess She hoped this time she would win this political game much like chess And conquer votes if nothing else Against her opponents more blessed For short were their periods of recess And more conscientious they were about peace and silence For in a land where lay a huge abscess It was vital for there to be a more hands on chief I must confess Here it was not a matter of a lucky guess The baboons they looked the same, what likeness In thought too they were difficult to oppress So it came to pass and the baboons all said yes We need one of our own, one with utmost zest To stand up to the opponent and the tigress And claim what was alw

My theory about the names of months!

There is no doubt that the person who named all the months was a genius. My theory is that before he could pen them all down he told his son or friend and then passed away tragically and this friend/son was young and daft and so he struggled with the last 4 names. That's why there's ER from Septemb..errr, to DecembER! So technically it's supposed to be Septemb something, Octob something, Novemb something but he couldn't remember so he just ERr-ed. However it is likely there is no something after Decemb and it was intended to be Decemb only. He must have been wondering about a 13th name so he wrongly for one last time ERr-ed again. On the other hand it could be that the last 4 months are not ERrors after all and that they have EMBERS in them signifying the burning end that in this case is the year. But that is not fair to October who's stuck with an OBER (read ogre) and so is unhappily the odd one out and wants for it to get over! So yes I am content sticking with

Cornish Grapes... No. Rawest poem minus mystery!

Efforts to drive away this madness inside This overpowering drive I just want to be able to be as undefined as I can Unrefined thoughts in a orderly appearing mind I want to lend weight to my limitless imagination Fuel my undying desires And pursue my dreams without any inhibitions I want to be fearless And want to be inspired to do all this and all that I claim to know what I seek When what I seek is what I wouldn't naturally be drawn toward When what I know is enough to make me feel closed up than ever I need inspiration I need strength To go after all that I would never To do all that I can Not all that I must All that I must Is all I always do anyway So what point in such effort When I myself am driving toward the madness Instead of steering clear far far away And being what I always end up being With cowardice filled to the brim And all hope extinguished from my so very weak eyes