This song is called “Poor Me!” and it is sung to the tune of “I’m a little teapot, short and stout, tip me over and pour me out”.
There’s never been a rule
That I haven’t wanted to flout.
Push me over and I’ll . . .
Poor me.
:(
What ever happened to putting cute little stickers on envelopes with a big ole SWAK … sealed with a kiss? Wasn’t that sweet? Wasn’t that romantic?
You can have your sweetness and romance back if you just use a little imagination. Here are some modern up-to-date options to choose from.
EWAK = emailed with a kiss
FWAK = forwarded with a kiss
FWAXED = faxed with a kiss
AWAK = attached with a kiss
DWAK = deleted with a kiss
Try them all and see which one suits you best!
Consider this a syntax on foolishness, as it were.
Please to play our wordishness game by filling in the blank (____) in the following sentence:
“As it turned out, it was heavily laced with …”
a. cyanide
b. lace
c. sarcasm
Leave your answer in the comments, please, if you please. You play our little game! We are most amused! We hope you are being most amused too!
P.S. This post was written by none other than …. Mr. Moto!
“Why, this fast-working healthy organic liquid tastes just like it was made of trees,” barked Tom.
Which Tom? Tom Swift-tea.
Blogs are old news. All I hear about lately is podcasting and I thoroughly disapprove. i say, I thoroughly disapprove. Moreover, I say, “Let he who is without sin cast the first pod.”
Podcasting? Hmmmph. More like flawed casting.
Grape is so great, you know? They should call it Great Grape. And grape products have been really making a come-back lately. You see grape-flavored toothpaste, and grape preserves and grapes in pasta.
Wherever you look in food news today, it’s all about grape. And not only regular grape stuff, but also all sorts of other grape-related foods like fruit, nuts, and oupon.
Pardon me, do you have any grape oupon?
No but boy do you have some grapenuts.
“Oh boy, that Mary J can sure sing great,” said Tom obligingly.
I have written a little song in honor of the man who I imagine might have once upon a time invented the alphabet.
Here’s the chorus:
He’s a beekeeper with a capital bee;
A sea captain with a capital sea;
A teetotaller with a capital tea;
What a bloody great chap is he (is he).
“The soup is quite bland –
Throw in some croutons, baby”,
said Tom wontonly.
“Singing with my boys;
Now I’ve had about enough”,
Said Tom gleefully.
