Because most philosophies that frown on reproduction don't survive.

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

Sick Day Poetry by Annonimus

We're laid up nicely here, with various cold symptoms. The kids all have the cough and the sniffles, and I have the sinus headache and the full-body ache. But illness can't keep a good wordsmith down. Here is some poetry that Eleanor is attributing to the great poet Annonimus.

Mother

Mom your the best.
Oh mother I love you.
The mom is good.
How can the mom be good.
End of the mom is near.
Rise up mom and start the car! It's the end of the world.

Father

Father we love you.
Always we seek you.
The cat eats father.
How will you meet a moose?
End of the dad is nearing.
Rotate your body to see your doom! The cat is hungery!?!

Brother

Boring boy how can you live?
Reading e-mail is faitil!
On end you fiddle with the mouse!
The keyboard is the spiders web!
His web traps you with games and music.
Eternaly you stare at lighted screen and vidio!
Regularly your eyes square up! The hours tick by your days are numberd! Get away from the screen!

Sister

Sinester girl you are a threat!
In silence you plot evil!
Sneakely your mind builds plans.
The gears in your head turn twords candy.
En route exactly to crime.
Rumor says you are plotting D-day. All figures tremble before you. Go brush your teeth!

I don't know what to call this sweet new style, but Annonimus certainly shares the zaniness of the Darwin children.

8 comments:

Jenny said...

"Eternaly you stare at lighted screen and vidio!
Regularly your eyes square up! The hours tick by your days are numberd! Get away from the screen!"

Now these are some words to live by!

Did you see the game of Tetris played on the side of skyscrapers in Philadelphia? Talk about squaring up your eyes.

Brandon said...

This is just endless forms of awesome.

Enbrethiliel said...

+JMJ+

Brother and Sister are my favourite, but there's something about the line "Rotate your body to see your doom!" that wins every poetry contest ever.

Bob the Ape said...

I take off ten hats to Miss Eleanor.

MrsDarwin said...

Bob! Good to see you around.

BettyDuffy said...

I love this.

Gail Egan said...

Did anyone else pick up on the apocalyptic undertones? Love all of this... But which sister has the fatal breath?

MrsDarwin said...

Gail, I'm pretty sure that the whole Sister poem is directed at Isabel.