08-23-2014, 02:30 AM
You put this in "fun"!!!
Interminably protracted marriages are nothing to make fun of!
The members of these packs with Satan should be apotheosized
for their dauntless determination, their gallant grit, their herculean
efforts, their agonizing endurance. Where sane, sensible people
possessing a modicum of intelligence would have run screaming;
these humble (if somewhat dull, naive, and foolish) captives
manage, like oxen, to pull their vexatious loads for untold
years. They are like rocks, very much like rocks, round fleshy
rocks that have grown hair. But one needs not continue. Having
witnessed such a thing at close hand, I can only bitterly cry and
curse the dæmons who contrived this cruel punishment.
(Though, it must be said, attempting to live with six cats is far worse.)
P.S. This poem, especially:
...
We kiss before dawn's song is sung,
and with our morning wash each day
we pluck the errant hair that sprung
up as we snored the night away.
So one last squeeze this early morn
before we put our glasses on.
Is wonderful, clever, loving, and true.
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions