terça-feira, 12 de julho de 2011

"Where there's smoke": um poema da barda alascana

One of Lyda's aides stopped me in the hall
To say the building was getting a kick
Out of my 'burnt toast' episode this morning
That caused the fire alarms to go off
For 20 minutes
And caused an evacuation.
She thought it was funny
I was cooking breakfast in the capitol
And burnt it.
I assured her
I was not in the building this morning,
I was not cooking breakfast here at any time,
And I did not burn any toast.
She looked at me warily,
I doubt she believed me.

Sarah Palin, tirado daqui, a iluminação chegou-me via blogtailors. Para quando os Collected Poems do divino JJ?

4 comentários:

  1. A barda alascana já tem direito a declamações:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqZBn3SGLUo

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  2. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

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  3. I'm a hunter, I am a hunter like Cleopatra!

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  4. "Como
    costumo dizer
    ainda

    muito frango
    para virar."

    "Vocês os
    três
    formem um
    quadrado."

    JJ

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