Member Rara Avis
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!
Dear 'deer (I love to say that .. makes me laugh everytime. No one said that I have a sophisticated sense of humor, ya know),
Anyway, I digress once again. I tried to write you a poem for your birthday, but ... well, as you can tell, that didn't happen. I followed a bright and shiney object -
thought it was a can of spam and decided that was what you truly needed/wanted; but, alas, it was a can of smoked oysters. So I ate 'em.
I was thinking of you and they tasted really, really good.
Then I had an ah-ha moment and thought maybe I should tell you how much you have come to mean to me. But, you know, been there done that. I don't want all those allocades to go to your head and stuff up your creative genius. Again, of course, I was only thinking of you.
So what to do? What to do?
Well, I decided to write you this little letter to let you know how much I thought about you on your birthday. And to give you this little IOU.
IOU a poem carved in a can-shaped spam
complete with alley-gory
Happy Birthday, dear deer.