A Blogette
Hubby: What are you doing?
Me: Writing a blog post. Just a little one.
Hubby: A blogette?
Me: Heh, heh. Yeah, a blogette.
Hubby: Are you going to blog my poem?
Me: What poem?
Hubby:
The thunder roared
The lightening flashed
A tree fell
A frog got smashed.
So there you have it folks. A poem by my spouse.
(Um, technically I think this was a ditty he learned eons ago in Boy Scouts. Just thought I’d mention that to avoid any plagiarism charges.) Here's what we pondered after he recited the poem: why do we remember silly stuff like that but forget important stuff?
Me: Writing a blog post. Just a little one.
Hubby: A blogette?
Me: Heh, heh. Yeah, a blogette.
Hubby: Are you going to blog my poem?
Me: What poem?
Hubby:
The thunder roared
The lightening flashed
A tree fell
A frog got smashed.
So there you have it folks. A poem by my spouse.
(Um, technically I think this was a ditty he learned eons ago in Boy Scouts. Just thought I’d mention that to avoid any plagiarism charges.) Here's what we pondered after he recited the poem: why do we remember silly stuff like that but forget important stuff?
posted by Jenny at 10:48 PM
7 Comments:
Wow.
The depth.
The underlying meaning.
The thunder!
The Lightening!
The frog....
.....got smashed.
Gives us all something to think about.
7:50 AM
Why? Because we can all feel the pain of that little froggy - can't we now? The important stuff is usually so much dryer and less entertaining to remember!
PS - I loved the flu shot entry yesterday. Followed the link but got booted off the computer by hubby before I had a chance to comment. I think after reading all the research Michelle has shared, I'll never blindly march in for a vaccine again!
10:11 AM
Hmm, methinks Ron should keep his day job. For now. Just saying...
My take on your ponderings: the important stuff doesn't usually rhyme!
11:05 AM
Now see? If ALL poetry was that easy to understand, I'd read more...
Thanks Ron- finally a poet with feeling and simple words.
11:26 AM
That is hysterical...I can't wait to teach this "very special poem" to my six year-old nephew!
11:37 AM
Good question?! And my answer is just an opinion....I think we remember the things we think are funny much more easily than the things that make us sad or overly serious as a sort of brain safety mechinism.
Besides, laughing is like medicine, crying just gives you boogers :D
Hee hee,
xox darlene
6:50 PM
Ron's a poet and he doesn't even know it!
9:57 AM
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