Negril Notes

Odious . . . (AKA Ode Reload)

September 29, 2005

I know my ode was a bit of a toad, though some suggested it really blowed, “Fit only for the commode!” Given the chance would you have vetoed?

Let it be knowed, no one may freeload uponst my ode, caustic words cannot corrode, witty emails will not erode.

Why? Because I liked my ode! I glowed as I strode from my abode, never mellowed or sorrowed by anonymous ode goads.

No not me! I crowed, even bellowed, for such an ode bestowed must be echoed not stowed, tangoed not tip-toed!

So I write half an hour a day, eyes narrowed, brow furrowed, and from a garden node, seeds sowed then hoed and hoed, through glass windowed, clouds billowed like linen pillowed.

For years society forebode and I thought I may well explode (a veritable diode overload), but now that I’ve soloed and far from plateaued, dreams lassoed, doubts winnowed, I stand un-shadowed.

Well, I better get back to work, I’m really snowed and my battery is almost zeroed!

Peace
Vinny

PS – I’m meeting Kristine for dinner and I’m going to have some pie. A la mode

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