A waffle is like a pancake with a syrup trap.-Mitch Hedberg

Did you know there was an official Waffle House blog? Yeah I was surprised too.

Ya know how I found out? They posted a link to my Waffle House poem.

I am so amused by this.

A man doesn't plant a tree for himself. He plants it for posterity.-Alexander Smith

Poor little avocado plant dying in the shade
Why did someone plant you there?
I've watched you try to grow but you never got very big
Now your leaves are brown and drooping
You will never grow a fruit for my salad


Update: So I wrote this terrible little poem on Friday and set it to publish. Today when I went for my walk I noticed that someone had either transplanted the out of place avocado or just plane dug it up. In it's place there are now a lawn chair and a multi colored Easter basket.

Ode to the Waffle House

You're greasy
You're smoky
You're kinda a dive
But I can get breakfast for $3.95

I love the Waffle House.

Sweet Sammy

I love my Mom

I love my Dad

I love the baby that they had



I love Gambit

I love the cat

I love the treats that make me fat



I love Grandma

I love the sun

I love pretty much everyone



But if you think of coming in

And doing harm to those within

I'll snarl and howl and bark and bark

Until you run off in the dark


Okay 1 Gambit should get some of the credit for scaring off our would be burglars and 2 I realise Vladi and Sammy are getting more entries than poor ole Gambit but he's got all this dignity. Sammy eats rocks, Gambit stands in front of the fire place and looks like a a hunting print. And yes 3 my poetry is terrible but it amuses me.

Ode to Fiona's Cold

You scream and cry
Dave feels your head
You're much to warm
You sleep in our bed

We try to sleep
With you between
We toss and turn
And still you scream

No sleep for two nights
It isn't right
Finally no fever
You slept through the night

Love ya baby girl. Sorry I brought home that cold.

I don't know why colds seem to inspire me to write doggerel.

Ode To My Sinuses

I am ill
I don't feel well
I'm cold and achy
as all can tell
I cough, I sneeze, I hack, I wheeze
It hurts my heart that I can't kiss my daughter
And the stupid cat keeps drinking my watter

Beautifull Dream

There's truth in madness that never lies
Gleaming weakly through oil slick rainbows
Looking in through a window at an entire universe
A shadow that no one regards
But the lie shines bright on the surface



I rather liked the Man of La Mancha can you tell?

Poem

I love Jamba Juice
That tasty tasty treat
The calories may make me fat
But it tastes so sweet!

Ode to silly putty

Oh Putty great putty
So squshy and bold
I pull you and stretch you
It never grows old
In hypnotized pleasure the hours go by
We sit here not working the putty and I