a haiku concerning Maxim
over on Dan Kennedy's Tiny Tales o' New York site, Really Small Talk
and a poop-filled exposé
over at the niftiest online magazine in town, The Black Table.
Say, that's a lovely Beatrice Arthur T-shaped Garment on your chest!
* Enjoy. *
Citizens, gather round. Come one, come all. Yes, even you, my little bespectacled devil -- Oh aren’t you a cutie? I bet you’re a lot like Claire Forlani; remove those specs and reveal a sweet nymph.
While I understand that many of these things are the very foundations upon which you have created your lives, suffice it to say, you must change. This order has been handed down by one of many in the state legislature. He assured us all that it represents the will of all his constituents. Therefore, we all succumbed to his will. The cupcakes he broke out mid-session certainly helped, but I am a man of resolve. I ate four cupcakes but did not change my mind in the elimination of fun from Mudville until the dancing wee-man dressed like Batman made me laugh so hard that I nearly wet myself. Only then did I agree to sign this proposition. Then I myself was propositioned.
*Resistance is futile. Thou shalt SUBMIT.*
*The ARCHIVES of wit are expanding daily. Check them out, won't you?*
© MMIII, Yankee Pot Roast Amalgamated