I’d sampled the wares of others too long,

Until I came to find this song.

And there I found a world so deep,

So deep I could no longer see my feet.

But I can feel them, I’m sure.

They’re planted firmly on the floor.

Now all I gotta do is learn to walk,

Then sing, and dance, and sway, and talk.

It’s kinda funny, you know,

All those times I put on a show.

I forgot who I was.

The only reason; just because.

I guess it’s my only regret,

But now I’ll never forget.

For when I’m down and beat,

All I need to feel is my feet.

04/4/11 -- Writing -- 0 Comments

I didn’t write this joke. I read it in a newspaper I found on the train.

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A big chess tournament was taking place at the Plaza in New York. After the first day’s competition, many of the winners sat in the hotel foyer bragging about their skillful play. As they had more to drink, they started getting louder and louder, until the desk clerk couldn’t take any more. He kicked them out.

The next morning the Manager called the clerk into his office. He had received many complaints about the clerk’s rudeness to the chess players. The Manager said, “Boy, you were wrong to kick those players out. You should have just asked them to be less noisy.”

The clerk responded, “I’m sorry, but if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s chess nuts boasting in an open foyer.”

04/4/11 -- Stuff & Guff -- 0 Comments