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November 25, 2005
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Rain splattered at a mild rate outdoors, just outside the door of what I like to call my "economic coffin". It was usually raining here, which would have under normal circumstances produced at least one paying case for a private detective like myself, but I found that it merely served to strengthen the fungiform growing on the outside of the window sill, the window of which was freshly broken in a tale which I have not the wind prerequisite to the telling thereof. I was the only renter which received the ignominious plant, a plain sign for all to see of the landlord's discontent with my rather... erratic rent payments as of late. I was in a real fix; how could I attract paying customers with something like that on the sill to the left of my door? I've received far more inquiries as to whether or not I sold organic health foods lately than legitimate cases..
Today it seemed to me that fate would leave at nothing short of my utter ruin, whatwith all of these discombobulating influences surrounding my chosen method of bankruptcy, private investigation. I said a prayer then, just asking for one favour from the Almighty: Would He please drop the rain to a mizzle? Those mushrooms were growing at an alarming rate with all of the continual darkness, excessive amounts of rain, and me being under strict orders not to remove the banner of discontent, which seemed to me the only natural thing to do with a plant so disgusting..
By the way, did I use the words correctly? :-)
*I only seek your approval*
I was not at all discombobulated by the ignominious fungiform shape that loomed out of the darkness; but I was a little weary of the constant mizzle. (Have you ever read The Voice in the Night?)
No Haiku, though.
By William Hope Hodgson? If so, yes, I have. What a strange tale...
After carefully arranging her hair, Mrs. Ingram found herself quite ignominious because of the great misfortune of having her quaint coiffure become a fungifom 'fro amidst the meddlesome mizzle.
All of us who've ever had a fungiform bad hair day will sympathize with Mrs. Ingram.
BTW, Beehive folks, don't the scrambled words that you have to type in sometimes make lovely word possibilities on their own? The one for that last post was "bdzzt." Now to come up with a definition for a bdzzt.
OK, I guess it just depends on whether you've had your coffee yet or not.
bdzzt = "I see a flock of geese no-one else can see."
Poem 2 - the Mushrooms search for Meaning
Near some drizzle, mizzle, and dearth,
Lived fungiformed Sporadicus the Firth*,
Who asked, "Where is my myrth?
My discombobulated search
keeps revealing my ignominious birth."
* Firth - Somewhere between the Fourth and Fifth... phase of mitosis.
Sounds like a poem to me! :-)
Neatly done, or so I think.
Yeah, I think you win! (Oops, wait a minute, this isn't my blog.)
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