Thursday Claus is comin’ to town.
Southpaw Jones presents
Is This Interesting?
Thoughts/feelings that just might not matter:
Two fleas from Sheldon
Met three ants from Roth
Their talk was observed
By an old, wizened moth
He saw that they could not
Decide or commit
On whether to wrestle
Or teach English Lit.
Teach English Lit.
Or summer in Rome
Infest a poor puppy
Or ransack a home
Form a fine combo
For jazz and for blues
Or form a bug web site
For gossip and news
Start up a business
That sells shiny things
Shiny things?
Shiny things!
That sit atop rings!
A jeweler, you mean?
Yes, a jeweler, Irene!
Now please let me finish
This rhyming bug scene!
Now where was I going
With ants and with fleas?
A twist in the plot?
An influx of bees?
BZZZZZZ!
No, the moth interrupts here
And points out the snow
The holly, the ivy
And folks on-the-go
“Don’t you see that it’s Christmas?’
The wizened moth flarched.
“You should save all this babblin’
For sometime in March.”
“Go be a flea or an ant
As it were
And spend this December
Doin’ what you prefer!”
The fleas and the ants
They considered, at least,
And then they sat down
To a tasty moth feast.
Southpaw Jones presents
Online Museum of the Week
Morgan Hagar’s Abandoned Shopping Carts:
Southpaw Jones presents
Quotopia
Freshly-picked quotes from the ol’ reference collection:
Cheese - milk’s leap toward immortality.
Clifton Paul Fadiman
Southpaw Jones presents
Paw Prints
Pics of Southpaw, his environ, and his interweb:
Miracle of miracles, the ocean has provided air-tight bags of Doritos for all! Read all about it at The Cellar.
Southpaw Jones presents
If I Had a Million Dollars
Unnecessary products that inexplicably tempt me:
The Champagne Parachute! £3.99
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