Let’s go… Slaho!

I am so hungry, I can eat a cow.

I like my cows in the form of steaks

The steaks taste best to me when they’re well done.

Please cook my steak and bring it to me now.

I am so hungry, I can’t see straight.

It’s a good thing I took typing classes and know where the keys are.

Otherwise I would be typing gibberish like this

bjkios lpwhj jdoi9qhj pwpuity-]

And who wants to read that?

Please bring me my steak, pronto!

I am so hungry, I’m salivating

I’m drooling like my four month old who’s teething

Except he looks cute while he’s doing so, and I don’t

It looks like someone dropped a water balloon on my head

With water that smells like spit!

Where the hell is my steak?

I am so hungry I can’t even think

That doesn’t make too much sense because I’m writing a poem and that takes thinking

Then again most people reading this probably figured that I wrote down stuff without even giving it a second thought, which may be true because I could only think of eating

I guess I really can’t think

My fingers must be typing on their own

Which is not good because they should be wrapped around a steak knife cutting through a well done skirt steak…

(NEW TYPIST)

He was so hungry he just passed out.

I’m not as talented as our original poet so I’ll just stop here.

Sorry.

Oh, hey, a steak.  Good thing… I was getting hungry!

September, October, November?
3 months, no posts.
I think this is my longest dry spell since I started doodling 2 1/2 years ago.
This can’t be.
I gotta get this site up and running again.
I now have a 4 month old.
He’s not getting any younger and neither am I!!!!!
Let’s see what i can come up with…
TUNE IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!