Friday, February 13, 2009

How Not to Read a Love Poem

"And this one time, at band camp . . . . ?"

11 comments:

Robin S. said...

Worth the wait, freddie! Love how you sounded like you were questioning yourself.

Sounds like we'd all sound inside if snybody could hear our inner voices when we're wondering if the blather we're feeding someone is anything like the truth - oh, msybe that's only me!?

freddie said...

I was totally going to do this as a newsperson, but this was the way it came out.

Not just you. Happens to me all the time. Especially in class.

laughingwolf said...

is there a question mark after every word? :O lol

McKoala said...

You sound utterly perplexed by love! Deeply unromantic!

Robin S. said...
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sylvia said...

This is great! Utterly perplexed is exactly the right description. Maybe you and I could sort out a punctuation exchange, trade in some ?'s for !'s ... whaddya say?

Whirlochre said...

Ok, Ok — so I blubbed.

Zero romance — yet strangely touching.

fairyhedgehog said...

This was great! So questioning and at the end so bemused. I loved it.

pacatrue said...

What whirlochre said. The last bit.

Sarah Laurenson said...

*sigh* I think I'm in love. ;-)

writtenwyrdd said...

Great stuff.