This poem came out of the January 7, 2014 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by several quotes prompted by
janetmiles. It also fills the "bad day" square in
my 11-26-13 card for the Origfic Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored out of the general fund, based on
an audience poll.
Attention: Although not very explicit, this poem is humor about mishaps
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α. (giggle)
β. The Great Disclave Flood:
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Thanks everso for the supporting documents!
I actually wrote a filk for that occasion too, though I may not even have it anymore. The chorus was:
What were you thinking? Were you thinking AT ALL?
Could a sub from a sprinkler suspended not fall?
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But I also remember that stupidity and genius aren't static - they're incidence curves. Everyone can have a flash of genius or a moment of intense stupidity; the question is, how often (and how quickly does one learn to recognize one or the other)?
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I darn near don't have a panic button, but my brain melts rapidly in the heat.
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(says the man who suffered critical furniture failure in the middle of things)
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*laugh* I'm glad I rendered it well.
>> (says the man who suffered critical furniture failure in the middle of things) <<
My most epic critical failure of structure was neither furniture nor sex, but was definitely "I should have known better." I broke a closet. I did this by adding an entire second closet's worth of clothes to the closet in my office. I'm good at making space bigger on the inside than on the outside. I got everything IN there. Then a few hours later we heard ...
** RUNCH **
... and discovered that the pocket dimension had burst, the hanger bar had torn out of one end of the wall, and two closets worth of clothes were on the floor.
Sighhhhhh.
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