6.26.2005

Ode to the Diggle

I dedicate this poem to Carrie Groen.
(Sorry it took me so long to write it... but everything happens in due time, right?)

The other day I felt it
Uncomfortable and new
I knew I shouldn't pick
But what else could I do?
I know I shouldn't have done it
I turned red in the face
But my underpants were bunching
In an unmentioned place
So I stuck my hand right there
And prepared for a dig
But nothing seemed to happen
So I added a little jig
I dug a little
Then added a wiggle
A dig and a wiggle
I call it - a diggle

Yay for wedgie picking! Anyway, there's a long story behing that poem... but for all you Calvin NV-Dubbers... know that I was thinking about the guy from BV during the Chaos Day video. haha! Memories!!

For everyone else who was subjected to that without understanding... my deepest apologies.

Here are some good Lyrics of the day... :)
And I'll be awful sometimes
Weakened to my knees
But I'll learn to get by
On little victories
-Matt Nathanson
**Here's to the little things in life

4 comments:

Heather Cady said...

Am I required to recite this poem whenever I actually watch you do it? :)

Monaca said...

Yes... I expect this poem to be memorized in three days, woman! :)

Anonymous said...

So, do you call it a "wedgie" or a "snuggie"? And do you prefer "Duck, duck, goose" to "Duck, duck, grey duck"?

Here's hoping you give the right answers to those life-changing questions.

Troy

Monaca said...

It's called a "wedgie" and we normal midwesterners play "duck, duck, goose!"