Thursday, December 7, 2006

Mom?

Someone has taken to pointing out some of my errors in judgment through prose:


Anonymous said...

Around his neck there was no cross,
But in its place, an albatross!
What this means I do not know.
What does this short story show?

Bagels, morning, noon and night
Will not keep your body right.
You need other things as well,
At least to hear the experts tell.

Fruits and veggies are the keys,
And don't forget omega-threes.
Those will keep your brain alert
When wrists and eyes begin to hurt.

Exams are hard, we all admit;
Don't make it worse by eating shit.

That's it - that's my rhyme tonight;
It's no haiku, but that's all right.

11:51 PM



This is actually a particularly effective vehicle for scolding me, since poetry in general makes me uncomfortable. Whoever this is clearly has a plan:

(1) Set a tone of general discomfort

(2) Ask a question to draw your listener in

(3) Hit them squarely with The Guilt

(4) Back up your assertions with reliable professional sources (i.e. "the experts")

(5) Bring it back to The Guilt again

(6) Reassert your argument as if it has already been accepted by your audience

(7) Finish with a bit of self-deprecation so you don't appear to be patronizing

Dear mysterious bard - have you been talking to my parents?