I have this friend
who is really awesome.
I talk to her
on
the
phone.
I've never seen New in Town,
she informs me,
but I might like
tapioca pudding.
I have a platypus.
She tells me
I will fit in only if I am on LSD.
The friend...
not the platypus.
Just so you know.
But the platypus is pink
and male, anyway.
(Not a she.)
I wonder about platypuses.
(Platypi?)
Anyway,
why do they lay eggs?
Why
do bears hibernate?
And why
don't I
hibernate as well?
What does a bear do
that makes it
so
very
tired?
What do I do
that makes me
so
very
tireder?
Make up words?
Tastry. Debacon. Squarea. Pitytart.
Whimsy
overtakes me.
Poems about math,
hamburger doodles,
stuffed platypi,
knee-high umbrella socks.
Portions of fancy,
samples of dreams,
glimpses of memory,
fragments of musing.
Like so many
awkwardly
spaced
thoughts
on a regular, dreary Thursday.
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I've gone mad. How is it that the Thursday Thought format can be so differently used by three people?
Much less, so well used?
It's always a joy to be deigned worthy to receive post from our esteemed BlogBuddy(tm).
Even if I fail to mention that fact for, say, a month.
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