Jabberwocky for 2004 November 30 (entry 1)

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[Comments] (2) Bare, Ruined Choirs Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang: It really frosted last night. I went out to get the newspaper, and every little viola flower had a rim. A rim of rime. The poor eggplant is a goner. It droops, all withered and pathetic and turning black. I guess it's time for the green waste bin.

Even though the furnace was on, I still froze all night. Xochitl was under the covers with me, but she is so little and scrawny she didn't provide much heat. I seriously considered inviting Gretel up into bed with me, but she had gas.


Comments:

Posted by John at Tue Nov 30 2004 20:42

Gretel's gas was probably a byproduct of the bacon and dutch sausage.

Posted by Frances at Wed Dec 01 2004 09:20

A by-product it certainly is.


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