My hubby likes me without pants, too. You’d like our cats. None of them wear pants. Of course, this means that we always have to foot the bill because our cats never carry any cash. No pockets.
This was the “feline” magnet collection – hence, I was limited to poems about cats. You may want to go with something a little broader. Say, African-American Ninjas with Oedipal Complexes?
This is wonderful! I’d never dare have word magnets like this. With 12 and 15 year old sons, who knows what I’d find? In fact, you just gave me a great idea for a blog post. If I go with it, I’ll link back to you to credit you for the inspiration. 🙂
We had these magnets on the fridge when our kids were young. The poetry set and other sets – science and math. When my son was in high school, I could always tell when he and his friends had been foraging for food. Very interesting combinations would appear like: Never whisker a frisky hypotenuse attempting mischievous dark matter equations with Big Bang cunning.
Boy geniuses, every one.
I like that you slid in the fang nipping thing. It’s just not an Emily Dickinson challenge if there’s no allusion to death! (unless it’s a metaphor or something, in which case I totally missed the point!)
I would imagine that is the case since their food comes with legs and must be torn to bits, whereas my kitties’ food comes in a can and doesn’t require much work on their part.
A brief announcement by my left hand.
Left hand sneers at bandaged right hand and arm. “Why didn’t you know Miss Snarky would create a run on magnetic refrigerator words. Stock prices will climb.”
“It doesn’t matter. Sequestration arrives and we won’t have a market to stress about.”
Is your bandaged right hand jealous at all of how clever your left hand is?
Re: the run on magnetic refrigerator words…I own the company. Bwhaahaahaahaahaa!
I’m all about breaking new ground. I’m thinking of dressing up a Korean guy in harem pants and shiny black shoes, then asking him to dance – I don’t know – gangsta style. Think there’d be any interest in that? Pretty sure that’s never been done before.
How ’bout this….
Make your blog an epic document of your life: what you had for breakfast, the trials of each day. Oh, and especially your innermost thoughts about losing weight and RELATIONSHIPS. Has anyone ever done that?
Nope. Pretty sure no one’s brave enough to discuss their muffin tops openly.
You are kind but my poetry should never see the light of day. My ass is more poetic and honestly I’d rather hang it out my front window than post my poetry. My neighbors might feel differently.
That explains all the fuss about your ass that I’ve been hearing lately.
It’s really quite talented.
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Oh! I used to have poetry magnets. I wonder what happened to those??
I think I stuck all of mine on someone’s Chevy Nova. What? Poetry is meant to be shared.
I wouldn’t even blink to see a Chevy Nova covered in poetry being driven around. Just two days ago, I saw a car covered in dinosaurs.
Real ones?
Now THAT would’ve turned my head.
Look at you getting me all excited over nothing. You are a dinosaur tease, my friend!
Roar
Middle aged black furry lump
Site for food disposal
Occupying space on my couch
Needy for petting or food
Still living in a kitten’s body
Take that Robert Frost. I like Emily. She was just enough crazy to be great.
Oh, Tom! You’re a poet and I didn’t know it.
Wonderful, effusive, cat-like, meeeeeeeow!
More like: bored out of my skull one night a few years ago with a belly full of vino!
i do love it when you leave your snark behind. which i guess is like saying i like you with no pants? how dare i!
My hubby likes me without pants, too. You’d like our cats. None of them wear pants. Of course, this means that we always have to foot the bill because our cats never carry any cash. No pockets.
Awesome. Now I want some word magnets..
This was the “feline” magnet collection – hence, I was limited to poems about cats. You may want to go with something a little broader. Say, African-American Ninjas with Oedipal Complexes?
This is wonderful! I’d never dare have word magnets like this. With 12 and 15 year old sons, who knows what I’d find? In fact, you just gave me a great idea for a blog post. If I go with it, I’ll link back to you to credit you for the inspiration. 🙂
Thank you! I’m always happy to inspire. I can’t imagine what teenagers would come up with, but I’m willing to bet it would be hilarious.
Awesome. Now I want some goddamn word magnets.
I should have run a contest with this post. Hmmmmmmm.
Great….now my eyes itch.
Perhaps they make allergy-themed refrigerator magnets?
We had these magnets on the fridge when our kids were young. The poetry set and other sets – science and math. When my son was in high school, I could always tell when he and his friends had been foraging for food. Very interesting combinations would appear like: Never whisker a frisky hypotenuse attempting mischievous dark matter equations with Big Bang cunning.
Boy geniuses, every one.
Love it! If only I’d also had the physics magnet set. Imagine the fun I could have with cat-related words and “string theory.”
Oh, the hours you could while away!
Just what I need…another distraction!
I like that you slid in the fang nipping thing. It’s just not an Emily Dickinson challenge if there’s no allusion to death! (unless it’s a metaphor or something, in which case I totally missed the point!)
I hear her bedroom window overlooked a cemetery. In this case, I merely wrote from personal experience. I’m the scratching post in the family.
The things people get inspired from! My bedroom window overlooks a Dunkin Donuts and all it has inspired me to do is get coffee from Starbucks!
Damn! You’ve got some self control. I’d be craving donuts all day long.
I’m allergic to cats but I love word magnets and poetry.
Well, this is barely poetry…
“Fangs will nip a curious dream bird” – something about that line really catches my imagination. I must get poetry magnets…
It’s amazing what you come up with when your words are extremely limited.
Not been here before but I like this posting,
did you know that fangs are a lot sharper on Wolves? 🙂
I would imagine that is the case since their food comes with legs and must be torn to bits, whereas my kitties’ food comes in a can and doesn’t require much work on their part.
Here’s my cat poem (a haiku):
Gently used house cats
Available now for free
We will deliver
^^ hah! Reminds me of the Friends episode when Rachel is trying to sell her cat for $2,000 and people don’t even know it’s a cat.
How did I miss that episode? Note to self: check to see if Netflix has every episode of Friends.
Please report back! Because then I will completely immerse myself into Netflix forever…
Responding to these comments is really cutting into my “watching-every-documentary-ever-made-on-Netflix” time.
HAH. I’m like an addict…starting to itch and hallucinate trying to restrain myself from opening Netflix
Enjoy!!
You got an out loud chuckle for that effort.
A brief announcement by my left hand.
Left hand sneers at bandaged right hand and arm. “Why didn’t you know Miss Snarky would create a run on magnetic refrigerator words. Stock prices will climb.”
“It doesn’t matter. Sequestration arrives and we won’t have a market to stress about.”
Is your bandaged right hand jealous at all of how clever your left hand is?
Re: the run on magnetic refrigerator words…I own the company. Bwhaahaahaahaahaa!
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How did I miss this?? It’s lovely! It would be even MORE stellar on a Chevy Nova, of course …
Wouldn’t it? I’ve found that all of my poetry is better when viewed on the hood of a Chevy Nova.
Cats? On the internet?
I’m all about breaking new ground. I’m thinking of dressing up a Korean guy in harem pants and shiny black shoes, then asking him to dance – I don’t know – gangsta style. Think there’d be any interest in that? Pretty sure that’s never been done before.
How ’bout this….
Make your blog an epic document of your life: what you had for breakfast, the trials of each day. Oh, and especially your innermost thoughts about losing weight and RELATIONSHIPS. Has anyone ever done that?
Nope. Pretty sure no one’s brave enough to discuss their muffin tops openly.
My name is Ruby. I am here and I am listening.
http://rubyisalive.wordpress.com/
Good to know, Ruby. However, I think you’ll find my blog much more interesting if you read it, instead of listening to it. Welcome!
I love poetry magnets! The refrigerator is the only place my poetry doesn’t completely stink. I wish I could say the same for my vegetable bin.
I sincerely doubt that your poetry stinks. Throw some up there and let your readers be the judge. 🙂
You are kind but my poetry should never see the light of day. My ass is more poetic and honestly I’d rather hang it out my front window than post my poetry. My neighbors might feel differently.
That explains all the fuss about your ass that I’ve been hearing lately.
It’s really quite talented.