If I were a winsome toadstool
With ears like a bottomless pool,
I’d cast out spore clouds
Like oviparous shrouds
Of mushroom propagational fuel.
I’m listening to “Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman.” It’s great fun.
If you’re ever challenged in a rest room, try Richard Feynman’s method to intimidate your intimidator: “Get out of my way, or I’ll pee right through you!” It didn’t work — he got in a fight anyway — but it dissolved me into laughter, so it’s worth a try on your adversary. If they’re at all intellectual, they’ll probably be distracted contemplating how you might do that to a person.
The cold rain that pervaded this year’s race caused the mud, which is usually the consistency of warm fudge, to be a brown puddle. Sculptures flew through with speed that probably surprised veteran racers.
the segmented dragon bobs and sticks its tongue out as it rolls
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trundles its 3500 pounds and nine riders with ease
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by the Belt Street Pilots’ Association
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I was disinclined to take many photos this year because of the miserable weather. My camera got so wet that the LCD screen no longer works. Tom was not daunted though, and KineticBaltimore.com has a full selection.
by Tom Jones
If I had a thousand biscuits
Toss them all your way, I’d do
If I had a hundred hamsters
I would stuff them in your flue
If I had a dozen weasels
I would hide them in your loo
If I knew a single menace
Well, by jove, that would be you
You draw me without fail
with your battered crispy tail!
I’d trudge through wind and hail
And brave the strongest gale!