Due to my anal bleaching my ass has been to sore to sit at my computer and post. No wait that's not me, guess I must have picked that up on a mafia mommy blog somewhere. The truth is not a damned thing of interest has happened this week.
I felt like posting anyway so I went back to a comment on a post from last week where it was brought up that I might have a little artsy-fartsy in me. So I figured that I would give poetry a try. Since it is a barnyard tale of sorts, Gary Hams artwork here seems apt. Anyway here goes with my first attempt at poetry since my school daze.
When I was a boy, no more than three,
I had a dog that was named Porky.
Not cause he was fat or big,
But because he was caught fucking a pig.
Well there is my attempt at poetry not half bad but not quite Wordsworth either.