Thursday, April 22, 2010
Clearly, not a calendar
Hello!?! You, in the pod, it's spring, or hadn't you noticed? And yet you haven't even stirred! C'mon! We're all racked with curiosity! Hatch already!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Something I wouldn't mind seeing emerge from that pod
Pelicans are rather nice, aren't they? And they might be smart. With that huge stretchy bill they could perhaps be taught to carry small packages hither and yon, saving me a bundle in shipping.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Yet another thing I would rather not see bursting out of that pod
I don't think this requires any explanation.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Something ELSE I hope is not in the pod
...because I think they're messy & destructive & mean, at least the reptilish green ones. I wasn't allowed to watch the movie as a child, so I'm not 100% sure they came from pods, but it seems like a reasonable origin, don't you think? But hopefully not from a pod like the one I found, because that would totally give me the willies.
Something I hope is NOT in the pod
The very hungry caterpillar is all cute and whatnot, but he's a bit of a waster. I don't want him traipsing through my apartment taking a measly bite or two of everything and then just leaving my produce covered in caterpillar germs. Know what I mean? So I hope the pod is not full of him.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
More poddish poetry
The pod! The pod! It is quiet and still
In a jar in the pot where I used to grow dill.
When will it wake?
When will the husk break?
When will the creature inside pay its bill?
You say, "It can’t pay, for it hasn’t got money."
Hasn’t got yet, but just you wait, honey!
It will work, it will toil, it will rush hither and yon,
It will get lots of things done when it’s got its game on.
You wonder who would dare to give it a job?
My, but you’re doubtful, my dear Ichabob!
Pod creatures must earn their gruel and their swill,
And if I have any say, then this one here will.
I have an old friend,
Old Royster McFinn,
McFinn says he knows of a job at the mill.
"The mill!" you exclaim, "but that’s inhumane labor!"
Quite right, but the creature’s inhuman, I’d wager.
You cry "It’s too small!" and there you're quite wrong,
For though tiny right now, it will grow big and strong.
So stop with your dithering, don’t keep on whining,
‘Cause I need to go now and get dressed for dining.
The little pod creature, when it’s healthy, not ill,
With whatever it’s got, such as teeth, claws, or gills,
Will work very well, will work like the dickens,
Whether it’s plumbing or plotting or feeding the chickens.
And when time’s gone by and the plot is all thickened,
The things it has done will instill us with thrills, chills or pills (or chill-pills).
In a jar in the pot where I used to grow dill.
When will it wake?
When will the husk break?
When will the creature inside pay its bill?
You say, "It can’t pay, for it hasn’t got money."
Hasn’t got yet, but just you wait, honey!
It will work, it will toil, it will rush hither and yon,
It will get lots of things done when it’s got its game on.
You wonder who would dare to give it a job?
My, but you’re doubtful, my dear Ichabob!
Pod creatures must earn their gruel and their swill,
And if I have any say, then this one here will.
I have an old friend,
Old Royster McFinn,
McFinn says he knows of a job at the mill.
"The mill!" you exclaim, "but that’s inhumane labor!"
Quite right, but the creature’s inhuman, I’d wager.
You cry "It’s too small!" and there you're quite wrong,
For though tiny right now, it will grow big and strong.
So stop with your dithering, don’t keep on whining,
‘Cause I need to go now and get dressed for dining.
The little pod creature, when it’s healthy, not ill,
With whatever it’s got, such as teeth, claws, or gills,
Will work very well, will work like the dickens,
Whether it’s plumbing or plotting or feeding the chickens.
And when time’s gone by and the plot is all thickened,
The things it has done will instill us with thrills, chills or pills (or chill-pills).
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