P.S. Mr. Lifeguard...

Hey, I just wrote a silly poem and thought I'd share...

P.S. MR. LIFEGUARD, WHICH END’S THE DEEP-END?

I hope I never get hunchy someday;
I hope Osteoporosis never comes my way.
I drink the milk like its apple-juice,
but that wouldn’t mean much, say, if you were a moose.

I crossed the hypotenuse today;
crossing the hypotenuse is the only way.
It’s probably still quicker even if obtuse;
triangles can get so tricky, I wanna say “vamoose!”

Take it slow, that’s what they always say,
but I think fast brings the better pay.
With a speed demon loose,
you better watch your caboose.

Just so you know, I mean what I say.
I know you’re thinkin’ I can’t earn pay.
At the bottom I find nickels that have fallen loose
from those flopping trunk-pockets on the sides of the caboose.

For some reason, I've gotten into rhymes more lately... Not sure how I feel about it, but it has been kind of fun. Also, I went to a fantastic poetry/fiction reading this evening held by the masters students in creative writing here. The poet read works of hers about the body of Christ and what that means... and it was an odd group of poems, but thoroughly enjoyable and complex. Not your standard religious poetry (if there even is such a thing).