RACONTEUR-ESQUE SCRIBBLINGS

Note: This was an attempt to voice my feelings towards a particularly frustrating and tiresome part of something I had to do about a few weeks ago. Wrote it on a piece of rough paper while the sun was shining in brightly through the window as I stood near one of the machines in order to collect some data. Never got to finish it though... There was once a girl who was *preppy Her life was anything but crappy,      But some folks came down      An ugly blue they painted the town, And she ceased being happy. For two years they made her do stuff Sadly she could never pull a *bluff,      Though she tried her best      She could only detest, And occasionally wipe a tear on her cuff. Sometimes things were smooth Like the enamel of her tooth,      And then comes a strange request      That makes her go on a quest, For a flying phone booth. " Make your pr...

The radio played Baba O'reilly I started thinking "Oh my God, really?";      In the mp3 player I ignore it      Because it's too cool for keeping fit, Tantamount to munching on celery! Edit: For secretagentwoman... 1. I'm obsessed by certain things, Baba O'reilley walks in and out of my obsession list several times a year. It gets worse whenever I hear it on the radio 2. I've been also fretting that I had not written a limerick since 2004. Almost 6 years later, I do. 3. I never said I was totally sane ;)