Saturday, October 25, 2008

Greased Lightning

Those slippery socks
Were nearly the end of me
Upon the top step.

But fear not, dear reader(s)! I didn't fall to my death!

7 comments:

Sonya said...

Thank heavens! ('cause somehow I just know it would have been twisted around that I had pushed you...)

Jerome said...

You were in the house at the time...

(The verification word is "reate" as in, "Being a ruminant animal, the cow reate it's grass several times." Hey. Think how much worse I could have made that sentence given that the word was "reate".)

Anonymous said...

slippery socks are a scourge that must be eliminated! :O

Jerome said...

Perhaps they should start putting those toddler-styled grippies on the bottoms of everyone's socks. Of course, getting your feet in and out of tight shoes could be an annoyance...

Jerome said...

By the way, kouji, I'm very much honoured that you return to visit my little weblog here. I've read and enjoyed yours, too, though you put me to shame by actually utilizing the form much more seriously and artistically than I do! (I love that you provide the inspiration or source materials for many of your poems, too.)

Jerome said...

Oh my. I'm wrought with shame, having just realized that in the second comment here (my first), I somehow typed "it's" when I meant "its". Please don't think ill of me. It doesn't happen often.

Sonya said...

Kouji may be able to forgive you for such an appaling faux pas, but I'm not sure I can.

You "gerdsmo" you. That's right, you heard me.