Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The Snowman of Distractions


You say, "There is a method to the madness."
I say, "My method is madness."
You say, "For the sake of sanity!"
I say, "Let go of it. It'll drag you down."

Death knocks at your door.
You run for your life.
Death knocks at my door.
I invite him in for tea.

I suppose that we are different,
I've loved you and I'll love you evermore.
And though snowmen melt in the hot sun,
It is only when they're sane.

...And not made of packing material.

6 comments:

Sam said...

I love the new blogs, but they are a footnote to what I really love: the hilarious picture of The Pink Mustache right at the top of the page! Har Har!

Shoshona said...

Well thank you. Erm. Afraid I can't take credit for 'The Pink Mustache'. Um.

Sam said...

For the record, let me rephrase my laugh: by "har har!" I simply meant an amiable "ha!", in the style of an awe-filled admirer. FYI.

Jeff said...

I don't know how it could have been taken any other way, but . . . well . . . you know . . . some people are funny that way. Speaking strictly for myself (and my pink mustache) a good Har is better than a good Ha any day. Or night.

(word verification is "paniclog")!

Shoshona said...

Just a footnote of mine own: The seriousness of the mustache is balanced by the silliness of the pink. This creates a perfect equilibrium.

Sam said...

:D HAR!