But I couldn't of stood in bed because the cat wanted fed, and the television I'd fallen asleep watching wanted turned off, and then the water wanted to come out of the pipes as a shower, and the laundry I fell sleep before finishing last night wanted to be dried and folded, and by that time I was too wide awake to get back to sleep until afternoon turned my plans into the aforementioned flattened soufflé. I was doomed! Doomed, I tell you! But I guess that will teach me not to fall asleep in front of a television while watching low budget films noirs.
So this. I have to find something to post as Sunday Verse, so I've been reading poetry but everything I read wants to drag me off into the sultry woods of despair and devour me. After a pear-shaped day must I now become despair spoor moldering in the dark night? I won't have it! So here's just this:
A Bulletin Has Just Come In
by Ogden Nash
The rabbit's dreamy eyes grow dreamier
As he quietly gives you tularemia.
The parrot clashes his hooked proboscis
And laughs while handing you psittacosis.
In every swamp or wooded area
Mosquito witches brew malaria.
We risk at every jolly picnic
Spotted fever from a tick nick.
People perish of bubonic;
To rats, its better than a tonic.
The hog converted into pork
Puts trichinosis on your fork.
The dog today that guards your babies
Tomorrow turns and gives them rabies.
The baby, once all milk and spittle,
Grows to a Hitler, and boy, can he hittle!
That's our planet, and we're stuck with it.
I wish its inheritors the best of luck with it.
On the bright side, the Big Rain the other day rejuvenated a few of the frogs, so now I can go out for a while and sit in the no-longer-quite-so-unpleasantly-warm night and listen to them croak. I'm pretty sure they are making more sense than I am. They are undoubtedly happier.