30 December 2009

My favorite poem, or How Not to Work on Journal

Posted by Shake sense into me

I've been thinking lots about blogging lately. But what to blog about? Winter break is here, and I haven't seen law school folk for some time (thank god). It's funny the way people in my law school life wax and wane in and out of favor. There are a few people I'm keeping in touch with via gchat and e-mail, and then others who I used to chat with multiple times a day, in person or over the internets, and right now they are the last people I want to hear from. Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about blogging - about how I could blog about that importance and lack thereof of people one meets in law school. I mean, in a certain sense, we are all creeps. It gives me the chills just to think I share any personality traits with these people - yuck. But it must be true. I wonder if they had a blog, if it would look similar to mine? Whining about me and other classmates? Crying about poor grades and lack of a job? The smart ones - they aren't blogging at all. They are too busy with their top law firm wine and cheese mixers or playing World of Warcraft, or something, whilst I'm addicted to solitaire and pyramids, blogging about nothing just to avoid getting things done. Sorry 'bout that, folks.

Anyway, I searched for my favorite poem today. It's one I have fond memories of my alcoholic mother reading to me when I was little. I thought the way she read it was really entertaining, the funny facial expressions she associated with each line of prose. Now I know she was two shits to the wind (or is it sheets? hmmm) and about to pass out. Being in such a mental state is helpful to a dramatic reading of a poem. I can't dramatically read anything - I'm far too self conscious. Knowing alcohol helped my mom along, though, that makes me feel better about my inability.

But anyway, here is the poem. Enjoy!


by Laura Richards

Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant-
No! No! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone-
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I've got it right.)

Howe'er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee-
(I fear I'd better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)


Dennis said...

Warcraft? Pfft. They are playing Farmville.