Another GD Day in Paradise
Put the cannon here
Let me climb in, light the match
My peat bog awaits
Well ladies and gentlemen, another GD day in paradise. For the second night in a row, over an hour and a half to get home. I spun my wheels at work, feeling like I got very little accomplished. I have a boy troubles on the brain, and what's worse is I might be making them up. It is days like these that I wish to be shot out of a cannon and into space, or better yet, into a lovely peat bog where I would sink to the soft peaty bottom to remain undiscovered for the next 5,000 years. When finally found by scientists, they would marvel at my bony hands and little head, remarking that the shark tattoo must be a clan symbol. Then I would be put on display at the museum; the exhibition would be called "The Bog Lady", and I would be sent on tour much like King Tut and scads of people would pay big money to see me. But in the 5,000 years before I am discovered, I would have such a luxurious rest it would all be worth it.
I always thought "peat bog" was just a clever play on words you used but today I learned it is actually gift for future generation in that it is the perfect environment to preserve bodies.
ReplyDeleteThe closest peat bog we have is in Canada, which is far out of range of a cannon, so you will have to walk this earth and write us more haikus.
peat bog makes me think of Scotch. a drink would be good right now.
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