I have decided that people should periodically
get a brand new cell phone,
based purely on
hygienic reasons alone.
I took the battery compartment cover off
while investigating the source of an odd call tone,
and it bore a strange resemblance
These are the things that scamper through my lil' brain; catch them and let them make you smile a-while, and then let them go freely on their way a-gain... Ernest S. B. Boston
Posted by esbboston at 12:54 PM
Labels: poem phone lint
The Adventures of My Space Alien Alter Ego:
(links to episodes)
1) Why I Moved To Oklahoma Today ... Suddenly
2) No, I Am The Sultan of Swing
3) 3D TV from Green Gulch Texas
4) Italian Buffalo Disappontment
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