I wrote two more poems last week, which I would have posted sooner, but could not find. I actually started writing my essay on this page, but then it quickly deteriorated into... well, you'll have to read it.
<i>Tiger, tiger in the sand.
Tiger, tiger rules the land.
Tiger doesn't catch his prey.
Until the tiger runs away.
Through the streets of Old New York,
Tiger, tiger catches pork
In the jaws of no remorse,
'til the cops have tracked his course.</i>
This one makes about half as much sense, but is much longer. Keep in mind that the lumberjack's name is Lumber Jack, and his wife's name is Wife, but he sometimes calls her an endearing Wifey.
<i>There is a lumberjack
with a duck he named Quack.
He was tied in a sack
every time he attacked.
Though the duck was harmless, Lumber Jack was wary.
His little old Wife thought the duck was scary.
So she took his axe
but began to relax
when she saw the face
of cute duckie Quack.
But Quack was angry
and the Wife, he attacked.
He had flippers for feet
which were good for a smack.
And Wifey was scared
'cause the night was black.
As she ran to the house,
she was slapped in the back.
Wifey was bleeding.
Wifey was screaming.
Lumber Jack said, with his old woman screaming,
"Wifey is silly for emotionally feeling.
She's not invested in killing the duck
who's not scary at all, without his blue Truck."
As the Truck rolled out, "What now?" she goaded.
It came closer and closer, then stopped, and exploded.</i>
Also of note is that the due date has been pushed back to Thursday, so I don't really have to start anything for now and have it be a major issue. Also, I am immune to stress.
Often, literally, a pillow fight but may include similar situations like volleyball, particularly when wardrobe is skimpy and the action is bouncy.