Yesterday was the official “One Hit Wonder” day. There are days to commemorate nearly everything. National Potato Day, Stamp Collectors Day–you name it, there’s a day for it.
Since I go back a bit further than most folks, here’s my offering. Little Willie, by the Sweet. From the “bubblegum era” this had to be one of the most irritating songs ever made. “Little Willie” refused to be pushed around. “Little Willie” wouldn’t go home.
That was the entire “Little Willie” story in a nutshell. Like a slap to the face with an octopus–just like the guy alleged to have been slapped by a seal, in a recent news story. Wonder what the guy did to provoke the seal?
In which my
Is freed from most constraints
Yesterday, it was
Paws, claws, clenched jaws
At the veterinarian’s
Today, annoying, biting
Vampire horse flies
Attempted to feast
On my blood
My poor dog
It took quite a bit
To calm her down
I suppose yelling
Like an idiot
At horse flies
Was not necessary
What if typos, misspellings
Were theorized to be Freudian slips
Subconscious attempts to cause
Mayhem, hidden in troubled minds?
To plus too, certainly didn’t equal fore–or was it four?
Why did my fingers make t-h-e into t-e-h?
That that was when they they weren’t seeing double
We’re looking for underware to where–if anybody cares?
Their, they’re, there, threw, through
Were really cries for help
And their are other tails to tell
Teeny, tiny bug splats
Killing my house plants, splats
Bird from the sky, hat splats
Cream pie in face, slapstick splats
Clean up, aisle 6, splats
Clumsy, why did I even try? splats
Here’s mud in your eye–splats
More, who, what, where, splats
That’s why, this house is such a mess, splats