The exercise:
Write two haiku about: goats.
Max went on a field trip to see goats with his class today. He saw one that was born two days ago. He got to feed grass to another young one.
I got to go to work. I saw no goats. Though I did speak with a couple people who may have some goat DNA. In their brains.
(Work's going pretty well, by the way. And yes I know I've fallen behind on comments again. I'll get on it. Not tonight, but I will.)
2 comments:
That sound sensible: start the children on goats, which are similar sized, and work them up to moose and velociraptors when they get older.
I can only sympathise with you for having to deal with goat-brained people. There do seem to be a subset of society who forget to check they've put their brain in before they leave home.
Goats
I thought you said 'ghosts'
I brought a priest and bible
Not some grass and oats
I guess goats' cheese is
Better than ectoplasm --
Easier clean-up.
Greg - well, the problem here was that they didn't need to leave their homes, just pick up their phones and dial Town Hall. Apparently for some people that doesn't require any brains at all...
That would be... quite the mix up. In either direction. Though, I suppose, more so if ghosts were what was actually in need of being dealt with.
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