FIERY TOAD

Musings, 11:03 hrs. PDT, 23 June 2006, Friday, epoch studio, 17.8`C sunny and cool

ODE TO A FIERY TOAD


We're going for a ride on the fiery toad,
because my blog-city has imploded.
And my daily journal is no where
and its enough to make you tear out your hair.

I'll be accused of many crimes
chief among them lousy rhymes
but I will ride the fiery toad
because my blog-city has imploded.

But my feet smell and my nose runs
and my ass blows smoke rings like the guns.
Its what you get for talking to geeks
those grungy little number freaks.

All night long on the internet
and you know how boring that can get.
Doing nothing useful it was time for sleep
and into my little trundle bed I did creep.

I felt like I'd been fucked but not kissed
and I rolled around like a bum
who'd been shit at and hit
and shot at and missed.

So this is the first entry at the fiery toad
and I'll see if I can goad
poet Billy the soldier dude
into writing something equally rude.

JWL