pms poem monday

one thing about life,

a sense of humor helps you survive.

though pms tends to suck the humor from my humerus (which makes for a very bad time for the Carrotsticks. But not PB&J, as somehow he always manages to be gone. I'm starting to think that PB&J plans his trips according to my calender of doom. He really should try to stick around at this time of the month for the benefit and well-being of all.). All asides aside, I somehow scraped together enough leftover crumbs of humor to find the following poem funny --

funny because the poet pokes snarky fun at poets in general -- who, as a group, seem to take themselves all too seriously -- why else do they wear all black, or tweed sportcoats with elbow patches and turtlenecks? or fedoras? or bowties? -- things that make no sense at all. A blatant stereotype, I know. But most stereotypes are based on some fact.

so, without further ado, a little pms snarkiness for your enjoyment

Teaching the Ape to Write Poems

by

James Tate

They didn't have much trouble
teaching the ape to write poems:
first they strapped him into the chair,
then tied the pencil around his hand
(the paper had already been nailed down).
Then Dr. Bluespire leaned over his shoulder
and whispered into his ear:
"You look like a god sitting there.
Why don't you try writing something?"

Seriously.

gorrilla picture originally downladed by Timmy Toucan