The magazine headline screamed “Get your body back!”
I ain’t got no boddeee?
When did it leave? Why didn’t someone tell me?
Where did it go? Did it leave a forwarding address?
Is it having fun? Is it drinking Pina Coladas? Getting caught in the rain?
Is it into yoga?
Will it send me a ticket for its destination?
I’ve been patient, I’ve been good
Tried to keep my hands on the table, but I ain’t got no boddee!
Let me hear my body talk!
Sorry… I’ve lost my head – breaking up is so hard to do.
It’s just that I never knew it was missing.
[Apologies to songwriters everywhere].
You make so many of my days. Thank you.
Mine’s been abducted my aliens. How else to explain what I see in the mirror? Ratty.
One of these may be where that body went – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hf8BJVwdnY
Haha! I love it!
Reblogged this on Life in the Rydzynski Zone and commented:
One of you must, must, must read this aloud!
Oh, ha ha ha ha ha! Ms. FD, you have just made my day. And, I also shared this on my family’s blog. Hope someone reads it to my mom (who’s just come back from the hospital). She’ll love it – I certainly did!
Makes me think of this poem:
Question ~ May Swenson
Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen
Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt
Where can I go
without my mount
all eager and quick
How will I know
in thicket ahead
is danger or treasure
when Body my good
bright dog is dead
How will it be
to lie in the sky
without roof or door
and wind for an eye
With cloud for shift
how will I hide?
Sorry if it’s a bit of a downer poem. Just sprang to my mind immediately.
ROFL.
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Tee hee. . . A delightful find. Thank you, Margo for pointing me this direction.