Thursday, March 24, 2005

What a boring font.

I can't believe that the doodly-do poem got more discussion, however indirect, than the toaster-being proposal. Maybe I should try to merge the two:

A toaster doesn't know
that it's a toaster, oaster, oaster
It doesn't see me frying scrambled eggs

The toaster doesn't think
that it's a toaster, oaster, oaster
The toaster doesn't know that I have legs

My toaster doesn't love me
but it's okay, oaster, oaster
It doesn't like to listen to music, either.


  1. It got more responses because I think on the whole the doodly-do poem was more successful at engaging timely conditions, though this new one has some nice parts (espedially the part about the legs...pop-ta-da!). This reminds me of an ancient proverb:

    The toaster was a coaster
    and I'd boast her by the roaster
    most were chicken broasters
    but folks here got their boats clear
    and pooped all over this guy I know.

  2. that's a good point, what and all about the timely conditions.

  3. I'd like to congratulate Andrew on not giving up on his toaster discussion. Instead of abandoning your thought projection, you used the addictive catchy-ness of the verse to redirect us children of the 00's out of our rhyme-induced short attention spans and back to the topic of higher thought. Nice play, ol' chap.

    Also, after reading this entry, I was inspired to do some research using the ancient text of Toastitles, circa 210 AD, which I happened to pick up at a yard sale over an Kingtown Blvd. I will now quote a passage on page LVCXIX:

    "On thy toastiness, there brings forth the identity of fronts, from which may contain a crust facet and a moist facet of the aforementioned untoasted material. But inhere which lies the dilemma, for upon scorching the material, the toaster has acted upon another without choice, but with vicious precision. Does this invoke a source of self-idolization, or perhaps a subconscious worthy of future mention? Only the gods may know...."