Monday, November 16, 2009

Cryin' the Blues

Assignment:  Try writing a chant

Cry, baby, cry

Stick a finger in your eye

Life's a bitch and then you die.

And then you die

So go ahead, baby,


Cry, baby, cry

Tell your mother it wasn't I

Life's a bitch and then you die

And then you die

So go ahead, baby


C'est la vie, or so they say

Life's a bloody bitch that way

Then you die, sweet baby, you die

So cry me a big river, baby

Cry, cry, cry

Monday, November 9, 2009

A Word Or Two

Some folk speak Greek, German and such
Others prefer Russian or Dutch.
While in a land far across the seas
People speak to one another in Chinese.
And in beautiful Sri Lanka, if you please,
The language of choice is Sinhalese.

But I'll stick to English if you don't mind,
For I find it tends to define my thoughts nicely,
almost precisely.
Yet I often wonder why
While the singular of dice is ever die,
Mice in the singular is never my.