originally posted on White Whale Crossing
I have to admit i love the title
(a poem composed of fragments of Davesplat)
First of all, ladies and gentleman,
these boats have like 12 people on them
and they're on the ocean for days and weeks at a time
and there's like no space (the T was crowded but bearable)
and the captain was from Winchester too, believe it or not. Massachusetts.
(Get this -- the coxswain is from Winchester!)
Some guy who just wanted to shoot jump shots with me
went and got his shoes.
A good day (except the celtics lost, we're not gonna talk about it)
and i sound nothing like Yeezy.
This song rules.
There was an enormous oil tanker right in the middle of it all,
make it your desktop and you'll be able to get through the offseason.

3 comments:
hah nice love those! might have to try one sometime
do it! the first one of these i did was with my brother's e-mails (http://whitewhalecrossing.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-least-you-dont-scream-for-buttermilk.html) and i just did it because it made me laugh and laugh, but there's something to it-- something about capturing the zeitgeist and the moment and looking at the ways people repeat themselves, what they're interested in, what they write about and why-- like showing them what they look like to you and showing them the poetry of their rants.
hmmm, now i wanna try one too! Rena, didn't you say that you had a poetry class try this too with spam? haha, so many sources to choose from!
good talkin to ya, cya
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