Yes, the above title said, 'Complaints'. I'm not going to whine to you guys--but I really don't like the warm turn the Kansas weather took. :P Ah, well...I can't help it.
Now, as for apologies--yes, I haven't posted in over a week on here. It is utterly shameful and I have no excuses. :) I'll try to warn you before I take a leave of my blog, next time.
I was reading a section out of Alice in Wonderland for school yesterday (I had read 'Alice' some time before of my own accord), and I was again dazzled by Carroll's wonderful randomness and hilarity. This morning--in protest of my math--I wrote this bit of nonsense. It was inspired by Alice in Wonderland--quite catchy, if I say so myself. I've been humming it under my breath all day.
The Flow'st Upon a Midnight
I said to him, and he to me,
That I had gone and ate a tree,
The flow'st upon a midnight three,
And caused the cat to flee.
Upon a straw, upon a star,
I wished my feet would fight them far,
Around a moon, around a car,
I golfed my way to par.
I bought an egg, so dearly bought,
On the spoon the battle twas fought,
But alas and alack, twas all for nought!
A slimy fish I caught.
That twas when I said to him,
"Take my car out for a spin,"
In danger false and danger grim,
The old man gave a grin.
I said to him, and he to we,
That I had gone and found a flea
The flow'st upon a midnight tea,
And caused the gnat to see.
Why and fly I spun my lie,
And on that manger-place did cry,
"A spy, my lord! That spy!"
And took away my pie.
Then I coughed, and came out smog,
Covered the roof--and then the dog,
"Woof and meow," cried the frog,
And I called down a smelly bog.
Take a nap--take a wink,
This will go on, I think,
Over bath and under sink,
I hear a little plink.
Secret poem--yes, it be!
Secret straight from you to me.
Read it backwards, and you will see,
Read it forwards and so will we.
I said to him, and he to three,
That I had gone and ate a flea,
The flow'st upon the midnight me,
And saw the reader, see.
Before you ask, I have no idea what a flow'st is. That's the price I pay for random poetry.