by Thomas Eilers
Oh rice cereal,
on my plastic spoon.
Who knew I'd be eating solids so soon?
You are mushy in my mouth,
and runny on my chins.
Are you the reason that I am not so thin?
Sweet, sweet cereal,
Sweet, sweet cereal,I won't miss a drop.
I will suck you off my bib,
My tongue is my mop.
Oh rice cereal,
Only once a day.
Please never let your oopy, goopy goodness ever go away.
Sigh....
3 comments:
Oh My Goodness...This is hilarious.
You must continue with the poetry - Beyond humorous! TE has changed (and grown) so much in the past month.
The extreme frustration that motorists experience at the hands of cyclists stems from cyclists habitual refusal to take responsibility for their own safety. Riding alongside motor vehicles is already frought with peril. When cyclists ignore stop signs, ride the wrong way down a street, ride parallel on the shoulder of the highway or ride in the spaces between cars idling at stop lights they are broadcasting to the community around them that they refuse to play their part in the safety equation. They are in effect saying I deserve all of the freedom of movement that I desire and feel no constraints on my own behavior. Even though what I am doing is incredibly dangerous I will not even take the minimum of precaution by obeying the rules of the road. Instead I will thrust my own personal well being into your lap. I will burden you, the motorist, with the maintenance of my life because I am either too arrogant or stupid to do so myself. Motorists around them, are left with no choice but to take on the extra burden of responsibility and fear. Austin is already a very dense traffic environment. Adding a slower, harder to see, more unpredictable, and more fragile presence into that mix is absolutely intolerable.
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