It is time for you to seethe with envy
In a few moments Kate and Safety Carrot and I will climb into the Silver Bum and drive north into the forested hinterland of Muskoka.
We are totally going to a cottage. Even though it is the second weekend in October and even though you are supposed to stay home and eat sage-flavoured giblets when it is the second weekend in October.
So yes, we are sticking it to The Man. Take that, Man!
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Have you ever wondered just what this "it" is, with which one sticks The Man?
Me neither.
On the bright side, we will probably get a chance to write another nice toilet poem for our hosts.
Posted by Bret at October 11, 2003 01:12 PM
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Post a comment of your own:
What is it with you? Whenever you get into a car and head north to the pristine loveliness of Canada's forested and lake area you seem to think that it is time to write poetry?
To forestall any of that I have created something for you:
Why is it, we wonder, when you get into cars
For some unknown reason you think of your arse?
Why don't you enjoy the pristine and the pretty
And not write in couplets about poo on the jetty?
Your readers must find it a major intrusion
To have to read poems about your ablution.
Your father must have been a really old pharte
To create a poo monster who thinks this is art.
THE END!
Posted by Noswad at October 14, 2003 06:25 PM