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Friday, October 28, 2005

Pottery Corner 7

Molly

She's my lovely red fish
She's a doll, she's a dish
Not that I'd eat her
But tell me what's sweeter
Than my sexy red fish

She's got flippers, she's got fins
She's not got thighs or shins
But she bobs within her tank
And makes me want to yank my plank

I wonder if she'll realise
That I can't really fertilise
The eggs she lays for me
So longingly

But I don't care if our union's fruitless
That don't mean our love's just useless
I'd rather be smitten by a bright red guppy
Than spend me life shopping with a bulimic yuppie

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Sympathy, Please

I have bird flu. Or worse. I know this because I'm coughing up feathers. I'm fading fast... Nurse!

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Say Cheese

I kept my mouth shut when the story broke about Dubya claiming that God had told him to invade Iraq. It was too obvious a target. Like kicking a puppy. I kept my mouth shut when the Whitehouse refused to allow a radio station to be set up at a Texas refugee centre after Katrina in case the blacks seeking shelter there listened to rap music.

But today something happened that made me swear out loud. It was when I heard about this photo that George had issued to the world.

Come one and all, and see POTUS with his sleeves rolled up. See how he's leading the rebuilding effort! Look at that hard graft! Here's a man who cares about his people so much that he's prepared to roll up his sleeves and get stuck in to help those poor black folk.

Does anyone buy this shit? Okay. just in case this didn't make you turn the air blue, let's just ask ourselves a question: Has the relief effort in Louisiana got so short handed that even the President has to be drafted in for manual labour?

Surely not. And if it has got that bad, then whose fault is it? Have you ever seen Tom and Jerry, where the cat has just smacked the big dog on the head with a baseball bat? Have you seen Tom very sheepishly trying to push the lump back down?

This is the political equivilent of that. Just how cynical is it to pretend to be doing everything you can to make everything better, even up to the point when you degrade your role in office down to a fancy dress party?

Just so that you know - it's not the President's job to hammer in nails. He has more important things to do. Like running a country.

It's his job to make sure the nails and tools arrive on time. And he's already failed at that.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Pottery Corner 6

Cloutie Well

Here's a scarf for fever.
Here's a sock for eyes.
Here's a prayer for little Claire.
Here's a bush for ties.
Bring your ribbons, bring your needs,
Hang your hankeys in the weeds.
Every knot a tale to tell,
Let the Cloutie make you Well.

Jessica at the Cloutie Well

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Pottery Corner 5

Special K

Another day
Book-ended by your name.
I wish you knew
I wish you could see.
Just how many of these days
Still spent in your company.

I took your photograph
And made a million copies
Then I stuck them all over
The sky and the trees
Now, as I walk
And as I cross the street
Your face is all I see.