Undone

I was boasting around the bottle, one dreary October Day, funneling my fumes in a mousy, kaleidoscope way. Then my rear came up to my ear and blathered a sad hymn in honor of the many woofs and meows that gave their lives each day. I wasn’t sure of which bacon double cheeseburger was to blame, but I knew that it was a cruel past time that was suffered by so many little old ladies from farm to fetching froth and in between. Can you guess what was in my cannery that day? So many roaches doused with hemlock, grieving for reparations undone.

Rhymes and Reason

Rhyming is saying the same thing backwards. Realms of tattered words fill lots of wheelbarrows. Reading rhymes is fun until you think about it. Nonsense is saying the opposite of what you usually would say, for each word in the sentence. Rhymes replace meaning sometimes. Saying what you might do is always a predicate to what you have done, at least when the two are the same thing. I’ve always thought that what I might do far outweighs what I will do, but is not nearly as true.