Sunday, August 09, 2009

mouth of babe

From the back seat in recent days, Mr. Baby crooning. A list poem:

ceviche stormtroopers
bubonic plague
kitty carlisle
bean juice
cash cow

The lines are punched.

The Child is father of the Man. - Wordsworth



Blogger Teresa said...

An illustrated edition, no less, in honor of the Babe! What a beautiful and mooooving cash cow!

6:43 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: I need a tape recorder for the back seat.

7:17 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

A hidden one, I think, so as not to interrupt the flow of genius spouting with intriguing technology...

8:30 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: Good idea: or I just need to develop a better memory. It's fun to listen to him play with words the same way he plays with his Legos, different combinations here and there.

6:06 AM  
Blogger Sepiru Chris said...

I love the idea of a ceviche stormtrooper; in the way that one can love an oncoming wreck for the imminent crash. As my friend Richard Wells would say, there must be blood. And, who better to shed it than a pickled stormtrooper...

8:38 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Chris, is it ever good to have you back on the magic bus. Ceviche stormtrooper is indeed my favorite, but that he also knows (at 10) who Kitty Carlisle is (from Marx Brothers movies) is a treat.

11:43 AM  

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