I’m a genius and I didn’t even realize it.
If you’ll recall, back in September I posted two of my childhood poems, including one entitled Two little parets:
Two little parets
Two little parets, sitting by the sea.
One named Halosie
the other bowed to me,
Two little parits waiting by the shour.
One slamed a sandwitch
the other ate the door
It has become something of an inside joke with Joan and it occasionally comes up in conversation, as it did today.
Mark: How could a parrot eat a sandwich?
Me: The parrot doesn’t eat the sandwich. One eats a door, and the other slams a sandwich.
Mark: As if that explains it! How could a parrot eat a door?
Joan: It’s a metaphor.
(five minutes later)
Me: You know what I just realized? You usually eat sandwiches, and slam doors.
Wow, did NOT make that connection.
Two little parets
Two little parets, sitting by the sea.
One named Halosie
the other bowed to me,
Two little parits waiting by the shour.
One slamed a sandwitch
the other ate the door
It has become something of an inside joke with Joan and it occasionally comes up in conversation, as it did today.
Mark: How could a parrot eat a sandwich?
Me: The parrot doesn’t eat the sandwich. One eats a door, and the other slams a sandwich.
Mark: As if that explains it! How could a parrot eat a door?
Joan: It’s a metaphor.
(five minutes later)
Me: You know what I just realized? You usually eat sandwiches, and slam doors.
Wow, did NOT make that connection.