Charles Hice

Rookie (May 13 2004 / Heaven)

Font - Poem by Charles Hice

In the beginning was Word and Word was nice but it had only one font so GOD changed it every three years to add new stuff. Now there is over forty seven fonts. Some of them do nothing that a human can read. Some of them this android can barely make out to mean a thing. Eye like to make the title with LARGE font and the rest of the text with much smaller. Sometimes the thing selects what it wants you to use and will not change. Today my email selects the normal setting and will not let me make it bigger this is chafing at mye dishes. They came car fully around that corner eye took the scenario a little further inn and laughed and spoke out loud in mye own excitement and enjoyment yes this was gonna be a lot of fun 'What an Idiot' eye am sure he heard me and he was asking himself 'why did HE say that? ' when the wind hit the longer boards the expensive slats the lumber trimming that he held they extended too far up over the cab and hung in outer space they started whipping back and forth in the wind. The wind won the fight the boards snapped one by one until all sixteen of them lay on the tarmac running under tires of oncoming cars. They stopped on the other side of the bridge listening to mye guffaws eye can only imagine what the driver was saying about how much he had PAID for the boards in dollars and sense non sense had lost them perhaps the lad in the back who eye had not sorrow for someone so dumb had said 'go drive like heck eye am holding the boards they won’t go anywhere eye have hold on them go.' The driver so sullen said what he had paid how dumb can a person be and then off they went home without a board to their namme what a travesty. But to a person just waiting for a bus to come what honestly fun. What a word to describe such a paroday run.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 10, 2009

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