Mo-blogging
I'm very excited. I can finally get photos oout of my phone. This isn't as awesome as it could otherwise have been as it would appear that I don't have the rock-like steadiness of hand that I'd imagined myself to have. A fact made clear by upping the screen size to monitor proportions. But it isn't all bad news, I can now share this peach of a poem. Previously it could only be viewed while paying for coffee in Giraffe and had to be read over the sounds of many babies crying:

This was apparently written by an eleven year old child. If so, the kid should leave school immediatley and focus exclusively on animal poems. For those of you without eyes of the hawk, the classic in full:
Its long neck, looking at wrecks
Eyes as big as lemons
spots as big as melons
Horns like metal sticks
legs with hard kicks
Leaves it eats
not like meat
A black tongue
looks like it's stung
A calf to
A giraffe
(Jodie Clark age 11, in case Sevitz gives me shit about plagarism again)

Posted by: Anonymous | September 5, 2010 06:03 PM