I mainly want to get my poem recorded somewhere:
I stood for president, and in retrospect should perhaps have put in some thought about actually being president rather than writing poetry. But then I don't think I really wanted the responsibility anyway, I just felt I ought to give it a go, and I actually think Naath will do a better job.
Then we had dinner at sonicdrift's, edit: who did a masterful job of cooking pasta with red sauce whilst wearing black tie which was a very pleasent evening, and in fact entirely teetoal. I for one hadn't quite recovered from last night. And I don't even recall anyone stroking my hair, though I may have forgotten. After I had to sleep very quickly before the next morning (cf. belated monday blogging).
And did those paws in ancient timeI like this one. Though since in general my poetry isn't so good I don't know why I feel impelled to do this every election.
Walk upon Pembroke's lawns so green
And was the bear of A. A. Milne
In pembroke's pleasent parlours seen?
And did the countenance ursine
Shine forth upon our crowded hill?
And was pooh corner builded here
Just up the road from anchor n mill?
Bring me my tea of bruning gold
Bring me my biscuits of desire
Bring me my minutes, let them unfold
Bring me my testaments of fire!
I will not quail from mental fright
Nor shall my pen sleep in my hand
Till we have built pooh corner here
In poohsoc's weird and twisted land
I stood for president, and in retrospect should perhaps have put in some thought about actually being president rather than writing poetry. But then I don't think I really wanted the responsibility anyway, I just felt I ought to give it a go, and I actually think Naath will do a better job.
Then we had dinner at sonicdrift's, edit: who did a masterful job of cooking pasta with red sauce whilst wearing black tie which was a very pleasent evening, and in fact entirely teetoal. I for one hadn't quite recovered from last night. And I don't even recall anyone stroking my hair, though I may have forgotten. After I had to sleep very quickly before the next morning (cf. belated monday blogging).