The Most Mysterious Case of the Pygmy Contact Lens
A true story based somewhat in reality and somewhat in camel fodder
My dog peed on the floor today while we were eating. We'll clean it up after dinner, dad says.
I clean the dishes; he cleans the floor. But next to the piss puddle lies a smaller than Sara-sized contact lens - torn in the very center, sticky from time of no blinkage. Where did you come from non-Sara contact entity? And whose eyeball is so petite?
I pause briefly before throwing it away, pondering the possibilities of retrieving DNA off the lens and cloning what have you in order to find the source. But then I remember that my mad scientist lab coat is still in the wash. Chimaera brain stains require a good bleach soak.
If you look up thwarted in the dictionary, you would find my picture.
~
Well anywho... Only four more hours until I have to wake up for school! I can only imagine my lifeless form drifting down the pool lane during swim class tomorrow. Glub, glub. But here is a poem that I discovered while watching and otherwise totally useless movie entitled "Must Love Dogs".
Brown Penny
William Butler Yeats
I whispered, "I am too young,"
And then, "I am old enough;"
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
"Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair."
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.
~
Hmm, possible Weekly World News article: vegetarian baby demands soy breast milk. In Portugese. Well, give me credit for trying.
My dog peed on the floor today while we were eating. We'll clean it up after dinner, dad says.
I clean the dishes; he cleans the floor. But next to the piss puddle lies a smaller than Sara-sized contact lens - torn in the very center, sticky from time of no blinkage. Where did you come from non-Sara contact entity? And whose eyeball is so petite?
I pause briefly before throwing it away, pondering the possibilities of retrieving DNA off the lens and cloning what have you in order to find the source. But then I remember that my mad scientist lab coat is still in the wash. Chimaera brain stains require a good bleach soak.
If you look up thwarted in the dictionary, you would find my picture.
~
Well anywho... Only four more hours until I have to wake up for school! I can only imagine my lifeless form drifting down the pool lane during swim class tomorrow. Glub, glub. But here is a poem that I discovered while watching and otherwise totally useless movie entitled "Must Love Dogs".
Brown Penny
William Butler Yeats
I whispered, "I am too young,"
And then, "I am old enough;"
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
"Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair."
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.
~
Hmm, possible Weekly World News article: vegetarian baby demands soy breast milk. In Portugese. Well, give me credit for trying.