Dazed and confused? Not me. I’m just Lost in the Cheese Aisle.

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

ON EXCUSES, or
HEARING THE CALL


Le Penseur (“The Thinker”), thinking about how he has to go poop - what else?

I summited Ev’rest with my bold, hardy group
But I couldn’t stay long, because I had to poop.

Dining at Taillevent - had the white truffle soup
But I couldn’t stay long, because I had to poop.

I drove through LeMans in my lightning-fast coupe
But I couldn’t stay long, because I had to poop.

I sailed off New Zealand in my one-masted sloop
But I couldn’t stay long, because I had to poop.

As a seasoned reporter, I nailed down a scoop
But I couldn’t stay long, because I had to poop.

I was deep in a battle with my brave-hearted troop
But I couldn’t stay long, because I had to poop.

When I have to leave early, I’m ne’er thrown for a loop -
My incessant excuse is: I gotta go poop!

1 comment:

Kevin Kim said...

I want video after you convert this into a drinking song (or a Protestant-style responsive reading) and get an entire trestle table of men to chant and sway along with you.

First line: chant leader, like a drill sergeant
Second line: everyone else, shouting lustily