Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Remember the Poet, You Need Him and You Know It!
"In case you were wondering" said the familiar voice on the phone, "no lunch today."
"No lunch? That's awful! How come?"
"Too busy helping at my hon's new office. Plus I got a new client."
"How does that make you feel?"
"Empty!"
And at this a chill decended on the office. Words failed us. To find the right words we turned to the experts: poets! First we comissioned a poem for the ocassion:
Mark Monz did not eat lunch, leaving him feeling empty
Well, sort of like your uncle, rather,
Funny Clown, bunch a balloons
many a wistful wife who yearned for hers.
Still unsatisfied, we sought to find an appropriate, pre-written poem. We were referred to a poem by Anthony Thwaite titled "Mr. Cooper" ("a poem about graffiti in a pub toilet") but have not yet been able to locate it. Anyone in possession of this poem or understand what connection it has to Monz are directed to contact the editors.
"In case you were wondering" said the familiar voice on the phone, "no lunch today."
"No lunch? That's awful! How come?"
"Too busy helping at my hon's new office. Plus I got a new client."
"How does that make you feel?"
"Empty!"
And at this a chill decended on the office. Words failed us. To find the right words we turned to the experts: poets! First we comissioned a poem for the ocassion:
Mark Monz did not eat lunch, leaving him feeling empty
Well, sort of like your uncle, rather,
Funny Clown, bunch a balloons
many a wistful wife who yearned for hers.
Still unsatisfied, we sought to find an appropriate, pre-written poem. We were referred to a poem by Anthony Thwaite titled "Mr. Cooper" ("a poem about graffiti in a pub toilet") but have not yet been able to locate it. Anyone in possession of this poem or understand what connection it has to Monz are directed to contact the editors.
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