oh wee little man with the giant q-tip
won’t you clean the rims of my 1972 chevelle today
would that i had a man servant
to stroke my hair and sing olivia newton john songs
who wears a man-cape and rides to sturgis on his harley
i would ride with him, my man servant
and when the turn-overs are baked i would remove them
with my ov-glove
April 24, 2008 at 10:58 pm
Remember when we went through Sturgis, and saw all those Harley-riding man-sevants on their annual event? None had capes, and the little old lady running the gas station where we and some of them were paying wondered if they owned soap!
April 25, 2008 at 12:24 am
Wait, what happened to the “what color is your brain” quiz? I took it. My brain is purple. Purty.
Also, this poem should be read at weddings ’round the world.
April 25, 2008 at 2:13 am
Moparman/Dad:
I don’t remember Sturgis, but I remember that summer we went on the trip. My thirteen year-old brain was probably not impressed by a town without good shopping in it. Although I remember the Cody Wyoming museum. That was awesome.
April 25, 2008 at 2:15 am
Christina:
The quiz is back up. I took it down because Moparman/Dad thought it linked to spam, but it doesn’t. Although I’m not sure why the picture isn’t coming through. It’s the Cuban government’s fault. BTW, what does purple mean?
Thanks for the suggestion about the poem. Maybe I’ll read it at my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary this summer.