Rhymes That Make Us Think ...

[Digital Prophet]

So Pika and I were chatting while I was working on the blog and the topic of rhymes came up. So he says "Poetry makes no sense."

I think to myself "let it go". But I can't, so I say to Pika "What are you yapping about now you little yellow bit of fluff?"

"Well look: If roses are red and violets are blue what the hell color are posies? What am I supposed to do, walk through life thinking there are only two kinds of flowers?!?! I'm a man of the world. I want to explore new and exciting things. But what do I say 'oh that's not a flower b/c it's not red or blue'? I demand answers!"

By this time he was stomping around my desk, kicking pens and cups off. Finally I say "Pink. Posies are pink."

"Oh. Can I have a pencil?" So I hand him a pencil and he sat in front of the electric sharpener for some pencil grinding therapy and I went back to writing on the blog. "So ... why can you only pick bananas at night?"

I'm going to need more pencils.

Prophet out.

[Truckman]

Take the meds...

[Digital Prophet]

Never! I have a long history of such behavior to document my future plea of insanity.

Although, to be frank, Pika and I do not appreciate the terms "insane" or "crazy". We prefer the term "Reality Challenged".

Prophet out.