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A few lines composed on the way to the MSP airport at 4:30am V.2

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There once was a girl from Milaca
Who had a gigantic cloaca
She dated a man
Hung like a beer can
Who's randy and wants to attack ya.

(apologies to Slim Goodbuzz's Perverse Verse)

For victims of the Missouri flood:

All you’ve gathered gone.
All you’ve worked for
reduced to (maybe) an insurance check.
Photographic memories non-renewable.
Everything dirty, soggy – a breeding ground for mold,
fit only for a heat-producing, carbon-reducing bonfire.
Did you have a chance to save anything?
There’s always low prices at Wal-Mart,
but even they can't replace your Grandpa's old guitar...

Comments

I love Milaca! Great Dairy Queen. A shame when 169 was altered...


I had to look up cloaca. In hindsight it was a bad move. Some things are better left in the dark.


It just gets grosser. From the Wikipedia "cloaca" entry:
"Birds also have sex with this organ, this is known as a cloacal kiss."


A persistent cloaca is a complex anorectal and genitourinary malformation, in which the rectum, vagina, and urinary tract meet and fuse, creating a single common channel.


you should be apologizing to all of us, berv, not just slim goodbuzz...


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