Living - and already savoring - the Adventures across the backroads of western Idaho and eastern Oregon!

13 October 2011

Machinations and Mutilations of the English Language

Yeah, I’m guilty as self-charged today. My weird idea of a psuedo-poem follows below.

(Note: this goofiness is done in appreciation to the hours spent with Mssr. Jon Bon Jovi and due to my life as a dedicated bureaucrat!)

I drive all night to get to that gold

And I feel so wanted

dead or alive.


My executive correspondence

could ring a chord

like a guitar lick.


But no matter what Congress

does, doesn’t, should, could or would,

we trudge toward our deadlines.


“Be stiff of upper lip,

scowl your discontent

and rearrange those pretty chairs!,”

my mates in the

Dance Band of the Titanic.

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