September 18, 2004

Soakin' hot.

A bath is a luxury treat:
Big old tub of cast iron, with feet.
But the part that's so fun
Is that when I get done,
My toes are all pruney. So neat!

Posted by dianna at September 18, 2004 10:10 AM

Did my postcard arrive in the mail?
If not, then the postman did fail
To deliver my letter,
The sooner the better.
(I apologize, 60's girl group the Marvelettes. That was just uncalled for.)

Er...pail snail jail rail.

Posted by: Arianna at September 19, 2004 07:00 PM

Oh, your postcard is here; it's just fine.
Escher's drawing is simply divine.
And the note, which I read,
Put a smile on my head.
(Not my face, because that wouldn't rhyme.)

Posted by: Dianna at September 19, 2004 07:31 PM

The Marvelettes were the ones who sang that song? I never knew. I can't even remember what it's called, now, because I've got it confused with some postman song by the Beatles.

Posted by: Dianna at September 19, 2004 07:32 PM

Yeah, it's the same song. I'm pretty sure the Marvelettes sang it first, and then the Beatles, those scurvy knaves, brazenly stole it.

Posted by: Arianna at September 20, 2004 03:11 AM

Arrrr! Though it be not Talk Like a Pirate Day any longer, this software pirate be likin' the terminology! Any day be the right day for talk of scurvy.

Posted by: Erik at September 20, 2004 07:30 AM