Come on in and talk. Or drop off one of your random bursts of verbal energy -- poem, limerick, story, top ten list, clerihew, essay, alliterative poem, rant, Surrealist or Dadaist poem, parody, cento, dirty joke, amusing syllepsis, haiku, dirty haiku . . . to share.
Morning, all. Hope everyone slept tight. Not that I'm all that sure of what "sleeping tight" actually entails.
Posted by: Scott P | November 30, 2007 at 08:13 AM
Edward Ashburnham
Found himself in a jam
He diddled apart
Because he had ‘heart’
(An easy guess as to what I’m currently reading)
Posted by: ken | November 30, 2007 at 10:24 AM
If ones bed-ropes are loose, the mattress may not remain the only thing that sags in the middle.
Last night I slept in a dragsoffa. Which is not as dreadful as it sounds. A drawer pulls out and a modern air mattress puffs up and the featherbed stored within goes on top of that. Add soft linens and a down quilt, and then you only need three or four pots of coffee the next day.
Posted by: SarahW | November 30, 2007 at 02:12 PM