turd in a punch bowl: a teacher's perspective
kelly | 4 May 2005 - 12:45pm
Remember when I said this blog is for me? Well forget that for a moment because this post is not for me. It's for Greenie. Had anyone else tagged me with this lovely little meme, I would quite likely have turned them down. But Greenie calls me "kitten" and recites poetry (usually not turd related) and so for him I'll play along. For dear Greenie I will channel the Shit Muse.
And it's only 4 lines, so how bad can it be?
Turd in a punch bowl,
I thought my eyes deceived me at first glance.
Turd in a punch bowl,
Why the hell did I agree to chaperone this dance?
Okay, I'll admit it. That was kinda fun. But I can't bring myself to pass the turd on to someone else. If I were to turd-tag 3 people, they would be Mrtl, Robyn, and LadyBug, and they would have to replace lines 2 and 4 with their own rhyming lines.
But that's not an official tag. That's just an If I Were To Tag tag. The rules of an If I Were To Tag tag (hereby made up by me) are that if those who would have been tagged WANT to write a poem about poop, they by all means should do so. But if they don't want to, then they can pretend this never happened.
Or they can shit all over my comments and spare their own blogs the spatter. Metaphorically speaking.
It's all about the loopholes. Or, in this case, poopholes.
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Oh WELL DONE, WELL DONE in deed. LOL!!! I promise no more turd tags.
No, no, no. You must be mistaken. Greenie calls ME kitten. You can't be kitten too! We must call him to account for this one. Greenie! ;)
i checked klog before dooce this morning. let me tell you: disneyworld ain't got no rides as crazy and fun as this here blogosphere. i missed you guys!
Turd tag completed. Thanks for the crap, K!
Thank you, greenie. And it was an honor to be tagged by you. Even if it was a bit turdy.
Ern, I'm sorry, WHAT? Greenie calls you kitten too? VERY interesting. Looks like ol' greenie boy has gotten himself in a sticky situation usually reserved for men of the hetero variety. (But admit it - we still adore him, don't we? I'm a sucker for a hot gay man who gardens.)
RAZDREAMS! I missed you too, hon. I thought you'd done forsaken me or something. I hope you had a great time at Disneyworld. Welcome back!
Robyn, sorry to uh, dump that on you. But I knew you'd come through cause you're the shit-diggity. (And yes, in fact, that is a good thing.)
Yeah, Greenie might be in a sticky situation, but I do still adore him. If I wasn't married I'd be on Mission: Conversion! But I hear that never works anyway. :)
Ever chaperoned the prom? In a "Class C" school?
1. The dresses. I mean, really, is a micro-mini, animal-print, one-shoulder, metallic ensemble appropriate with combat boots....ever?
2. Don't think you can hide a flask in your locker the day before and then sneak drinks... I went to a "Class C" school too.
3. Don't think I won't tell your MOM you were making out with that guy when I see her at the diner for coffee in the morning.
4. The balloons.... yeah, that's a good place for latex-allergy me to be.
5. The parents. Please. I work very hard to make sure your kid isn't stumbling-puke drunk at these event... you showing up that way doesn't really set a very good example, does it?
6. The Grand March.... need I say more?
Indeed I have, Homestead, indeed I have. What you say - so sad, so true, so FUNNY.