Ever have one of those dreams after hearing a song or watching a movie. Yeah, Nightmare on My Street by DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince has been a favorite of mine for decades. But sometimes, after maybe watching a Freddy film and listening to that song...you drift off into sleep and....
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A Brainless Nod is a blog about love and life, passionately written using articles, poetry, and serial web fiction. We are Dan and Lisa, and we both enjoy writing immensely. We hope you enjoy this look at our passions, our life together, and our opinions. Posts are sporadic due to us entering college, but expect new stuff every now and then!
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Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Friday, August 9, 2013
(poem) - What is That Smell?
There’s nothing like a smell in the house
One that you just can’t find.
It smells like a giant dead mouse
Or a moose’s putrid behind.
It lingers in every room
No matter how many candles you burn
You try to spray perfume
But your nose does nothing but yearn
For a time when there is no smell
A room that does not make you gag
Damn this place smells like hell
Or a discarded wash rag
We’ve emptied the trash cans
And searched every cranny
We cannot find the deadman
Nor his putrid fanny
But we will keep up the search
For this affront to the nose
But allowing it to continue the stench
Would not be a good way to end the prose
It’s the quest
For the Holy Grail
And I can attest
We shall not fail
Because we are sick and tired
Of this awful reek
We don’t want to be mired
In the smell of something that died last week
Help us
Oh mighty lord
Deliver us
From this smell’s deadly sword
And bring to us
Gentle smells
Of beautiful rose buds
Or other flowers of bright pastels
But until you do
We have the Scentsy burning bright
And we will leave them all on
If we have to, all bloody night....
--Dan
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
One that you just can’t find.
It smells like a giant dead mouse
Or a moose’s putrid behind.
It lingers in every room
No matter how many candles you burn
You try to spray perfume
But your nose does nothing but yearn
For a time when there is no smell
A room that does not make you gag
Damn this place smells like hell
Or a discarded wash rag
We’ve emptied the trash cans
And searched every cranny
We cannot find the deadman
Nor his putrid fanny
But we will keep up the search
For this affront to the nose
But allowing it to continue the stench
Would not be a good way to end the prose
It’s the quest
For the Holy Grail
And I can attest
We shall not fail
Because we are sick and tired
Of this awful reek
We don’t want to be mired
In the smell of something that died last week
Help us
Oh mighty lord
Deliver us
From this smell’s deadly sword
And bring to us
Gentle smells
Of beautiful rose buds
Or other flowers of bright pastels
But until you do
We have the Scentsy burning bright
And we will leave them all on
If we have to, all bloody night....
--Dan
--Want more Poetry? Check out my Poetry Collection Page!
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
A Rambling Rant (please forgive)
I understand that hindsight is always 20/20, but I really wish people would think before designing things. I know this blog post is going to come out as a rambling rant, but I don’t care, sometimes people just need to get things off their chest.
What is the obsession with putting carpet in the bathroom? Honestly who thinks this is a good idea? Its really horrible when its done in a ‘trailer home’ where the floors are wood below the carpet. After so many months of getting out of the shower and being even a little bit wet, the floor starts to sag and has to be replaced.... Its bad enough in a house with a foundation, that carpet will mildew over time, and become a health hazard no matter how much you clean it.... Carpet in a bathroom, yeah, that a definite fail.
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