The Poem You'll Hate to Hear

I got nothing in mind now, but I'd like to write anyway. Last night before I went to sleep, I was thinking of so many things, yeah...simple things just to get my sleep (I just had finished viewing HBO's "Intersection" with Richard Gere and Sharon Stone...but hell, I missed the point, didn't understood the thought...could it be that i'm getting dumber?...nah, I guess the movie sucks!). So I was reflecting about my friends back in school (I was in fact a Louisian, from St. Louis Univ in Baguio), our escapades, our lunacies back then (hey, isn't lunacy a grand thing?), and my pet teacher, yes...I did have some pets, too. She was a miss then, a lovely lady and she was my Basic Computer teacher. I couldn't remember her name anymore (yeah, that was way, way back then, so you'll have some idea what my age is) but what I recall is that I really love her class, computer design & programming were my pet subjects...very interesting.

One of the first lessons there was to enhance your typing skills...get familiar with the keys. She had given us a poem that we have to retype-in over and over until we have to punch in without looking at the notes. The poem (a simple one) really stucked in my head that until now, for so many years, I still can recite.

It is a contradicting poem, funny i guess, and it's been around since at least 1940, and is clearly still being passed along. Maybe I could share it with you:

A Contradicting Poem

The famous speaker who no one had heard of said:

Ladies and jellyspoons, hobos and tramps,

cross-eyed mosquitos and bow-legged ants,

I stand before you to sit behind you

to tell you something I know nothing about.

Next Thursday, which is a Good Friday,

there's a Mother's Day meeting for fathers only;

wear your best clothes if you haven't any.

Please come if you can't; if you can, stay at home.

Admission is free, pay at the door;

Pull up a chair and sit on the floor.

It makes no difference where you sit,

the man in the gallery's sure to spit.

The show is over, but before you go,

let me tell you a story I don't really know.

"One bright day in the middle of the night,

two dead men got up to fight.

Back to back they faced each other,

drew their swords and shot each other.

A deaf policeman heard the noise,

he came and shot those two dead boys.
If you don't believe this lie is true,
Ask the blind man, he saw it, too.

A paralysed donkey passing by

kicked the blind man in the eye;

knocked him through a nine-inch wall,

into a dry ditch and drowned them all".

Ok...hope I didn't bore you. Next time, I'll think of something more meaty, substantive....more interesting.