February 25, 2004

Test Poem

As we travel through our lives,
We all encounter certain woes;
For happiness is fleeting,
And contentment comes and goes,
And good fortune never lingers -
The tide ebbs after it flows.
But I never dreamed I'd find the dog
That ate my mother's toes.

The day was brisk, the sky was grey,
The trees were filled with crows;
I'd just filled up my fishpond
With the neighbour's garden hose.
I fumbled for a handkerchief
With which to blow my nose -
And then looked up, and saw the dog
That ate my mother's toes.

I looked at him; he looked at me;
He was chewing on a rose.
His eyes were hard, his mouth was set -
Determined, I suppose.
I'd have gone and fetched my shotgun -
But I don't got me one of those.
So I stood my ground and faced the fiend
That ate my mother's toes.

We glared into each other's eyes
The bitterest of foes:
The fellow who just lives his life,
The dog that feeds on does.
And then he got run over -
One reaps just what one sows -
And lay there dying, the vile beast
That ate my mother's toes.

My poetry may sometimes rhyme,
But can't compete with Poe's.
The meter changes over time;
The rhyming comes and goes.
My one last act I will remark,
For none here would oppose:
I kicked him in the ribs and he
Coughed up my mother's toes.

            — Pixy Misa

Posted by Pixy Misa at February 25, 2004 04:05 AM in

Hurrah! First!

Posted by: Jennifer at February 25, 2004 05:30 AM


Posted by: Simon at February 25, 2004 05:31 AM

Damnit you beat me by 1 minute - I shouldn't have answered that phone!

Posted by: Simon at February 25, 2004 05:32 AM

Oh yes: Yay!

Posted by: Pixy Misa at February 25, 2004 05:39 AM


Posted by: Susie at February 25, 2004 06:06 AM

Yay! (so I'm a traditionalist)

Posted by: Ted at February 25, 2004 12:43 PM

Another Munuvian! Yay!

Posted by: Victor at February 25, 2004 02:54 PM


Posted by: CD at February 25, 2004 03:11 PM

Get the FUCK out!

Ilyka is going Mu.nu!


Posted by: Helen at February 25, 2004 04:33 PM

Yes, it took only 6 months or so of begging and pleading, cajoling and bribing, but in the end I got what I was striving for.

Then the rubber broke and now our little Trojan horse is four years old and can beat me at the Monster's Inc game.

Oh, I managed to lasso Ilyka too. ;)

Posted by: Jim at February 25, 2004 05:56 PM

Tenth! Or something. Funny poem, though.

Posted by: Peter at February 26, 2004 12:26 AM

Thanks! :)

Posted by: Pixy Misa at February 26, 2004 02:56 AM


Posted by: Tuning Spork at February 27, 2004 12:59 AM

I remember that poem! I caught it when you posted it about a year ago. So you've made me chuckle twice...

Posted by: Kathy K at February 28, 2004 08:43 PM

He should write the blog all the time. Look at all these freakin' comments!

Posted by: ilyka at February 29, 2004 08:53 PM

Congrats, Ilyka!

Posted by: Rob at March 3, 2004 03:41 AM

Why am i always the last to hear about things?

Yay!!! Welcome to mu.nu!

Posted by: annika at March 21, 2004 11:05 PM