Thursday, June 19, 2008

POETRY CORNER

Scarf
3.2 on the Diffi-Cality Scale

My neck is warm,
My neck is warm.
Look, another one,
Not as long, not as warm.
My neck is warm,
My neck is warm.


Right? Now discuss.

6 comments:

Ayame said...

I don't uh... did you write this?

Jordan said...

The author of this poem is irrelevant. What's important is its shimmering literary merit and brilliant wit.

Can't you just feel the scarf closing in around the delicate curve of your neck?

Anonymous said...

my neck is never the wrong temp and I always do not wear a scarf.

Anonymous said...

shutup priscy

the obvious subtle irony is so subtly ironic...the warm "neck", the "short cool"...this is all about sex addiction. Nice warm long neck gawk at short cool one...he cannot imagine not feeling aroused at said stimulus.

Now if this is by a woman the freudian undertones are unavoidable...her phallic longing obviously pervades every aspect of her life.

Ayame said...

wow I just realized how much I don't get poetry in my small, inferior brain.

Jordan said...

Poetry doesn't get your small, inferior brain.