Limerick

A tiger, by taste anthropophagous,
Felt a yearning inside his oesophagus;
He spied a fat Brahmin
And growled, “What’s the harm in
A peripatetic sarcophagus?”

- by Anonymous

Happy Mardi Gras International Women's Day!

I made pancakes for breakfast, and then I did this.



In about an hour, I'll be at The Open Closet, a clothing swap organized by the Sexual Assault Support Centre of Waterloo Region in honour of International Women's Day. It's at the Trinity United Church at 74 Frederick St. in Kitchener, and is open from 11:30-2:30. I dropped off a couple bags of stuff last night.

The Female of the Species

I want to learn this song and sing it in a burlesque show.

I'm the kind of woman, not hard to understand.
I'm the one who cracks the whip and holds the upper hand.
I'll beat you, mistreat you, 'til you quiver and quail.
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When you mess with me I'll purr and whirl around with a flame.
When you find that you've been burned you've only yourself to blame.
I'll hurt you, desert you, if you ever should fail.
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

There's no doubt about it: I'll take my hat and go
When our affair dissolves.
So long. I can do without it.
I'll find myself another man. I'll find myself a clown.
I'm just like a gambler. You'll have to take a chance.
With me you play a long shot when you gamble on romance.
The payoff is way off. Here's the point of the tale:
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.