Thursday, November 8, 2007

Fridge


Isn't that a weird word? Fridge-I know it's short for refrigerator (also a weird word) but say it over and over a few times and you'll soon come to realize that it's maybe the strangest word around. Fridge. Fr-idge. Frid-ge.
Okay, now for a better use of your time (and of words) I share with you this poem, which, because I like it, is clipped to my fridge. Fridge.

Triolet on a Line Apocryphally Attributed to Martin Luther
By A. E. Stallings

Why should the Devil get all the good tunes,
The booze and the neon and Saturday night,
The swaying in darkness, the lovers like spoons?
Why should the Devil get all the good tunes?
Does he hum them to while away sad afternoons
And the long, lonesome Sundays? Or sing them for spite?
Why should the Devil get all the good tunes,
The booze and the neon and Saturday night?

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