Red Earth Redhead

Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts

Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts

Friday, January 23, 2009

To the Creature in the Woodpile

Do you have fur, feathers, or scales? Are you vegetarian, or carnivore? Why do you stay while the dog wales? I can't take it anymore. Wh...

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Audreee: I have three sons, who are stacked like pancakes (six, five, and two). I live in an old farmhouse between a cow pasture and a wheat field. I grew up in suburbia, so rural life is a new adventure for me. Aside from my sons, I am a mommy to a bitchy rescued goat, a mounting number of barn cats, my three couch-hounds (yes, that is their official breed), a goofy mastiff named Kaiser, an old ex-hunting dog, and a three legged pit bull mutt. What else? I'm married to a guy with a bunch of old jeeps, and tattoos, who is a mechanical genius. I let my kids watch t.v., and play in the dirt. I have crooked pinkies. I love Henry Rollins, but hate his music. I'm a vegan. I have a useless English degree. I am a crappy housekeeper, but a good cook.uhhhh....that's about it.

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