Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Ode to Box Elder

Box elder, box elder where would I be
If you were not there to occupy me?

I cut you and haul you,
Split you right down the middle
I wish that your wood would
Not smell like stale piddle

Your heartwood is oft' red
Due to bacterial infection
But I am warm in my bed
From your heat (you know, convection)

In the fall your bugs
Try to get in my house

I hate those bugs.


30 comments:

  1. i didn't know anyone to ever write a poem about wood!

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  2. lol I didn't know wood vas soo poetic ajajaja

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  3. What skills! What school did you attend!? but seriously good for a laugh.

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  4. Why are they so obsessed with Box Elder Bug Trees?

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  5. Thats pretty groovy actually. You write that?

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  6. hehehe eww that is disgusting!
    Mesty =)

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  7. Was an enjoyable poem about box elders. First poem on a blog that didn't fall along the lines of "there once was a man from Nantucket..."

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  8. nice poem. keep up the good work. =)

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  9. Very poetic man! Love the post :D

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  10. The last three lines...so much meaning!

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  11. i luv thim thangz

    pigdisgusting.blogspot.com

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  12. I like this blog. I'll check back tomorrow for a new update :)

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  13. Wow that made my day. I think i get those things in my house. Not too sure though...

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  14. wow interesting shit u have there il keep coming avery day to see whats new ;)

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  15. bugs are the bane of my home.... /angry

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