A "C" Rime , Part I
It is an ancient Mariner!
...alright, she’s 25,
And instead of sailing seven seas,
She’s facing four or five.
The biggest “C” for Charlottesville
In VA, where she landed
‘Twas 10-hour drive, not deep-sea dive
But either way, she’s stranded.
Stranded? Okay -- too harsh a word,
Yet, nonetheless, Confusion
That’s the second “C” she sees
Coupled with delusion
The Mariner convinced herself
She’d find lodging straight away
Classes? Please! A sweet C-breeze
You can sign me up today!
Turns out, it’s not that easy
There’s an albatross or two
Leases aren’t so plentiful
And profs have work to do
Starbucks, Starbucks everywhere
(That is, instead of water)
But it’s clarity, not buzz, this Mariner needs --
A personal i-dotter.
With no sense of direction,
Either literal or metaphoric
The Clouds begin to gather in
And the sailor feels sophomoric.
The Best Western where she now resides
Is where she’ll leave Part 1
God save thee, lovely wireless card
This epic’s just begun….
posted by Jesse Anna Bornemann @ 10:20 PM
5 Comments:
Spam. Arg.
Good Lord. Even in rootless befuddlement, ya just plain ROCK.
(My favorite Rime line, of course, is "Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs/Upon the slimy sea" -- but that probably wouldn't apply here, since Louisiana water moccasins tend not to have legs. Of course, those flood waters were pretty polluted . . .)
Also, a perfect entry in honor of this special day: International Talk Like a Pirate Day!!!
-- Brian
Welcome to the East Coast. Glad you made it safely. Hope all is well and that the Best Western isn't your permanent home for the semester!
Blimey! I can't believe I missed ITLAPD! It should be a bimonthly event, at least.
No "slimy things" sightings in Charlottesville yet, unless you count certain smooth-operating frat boys.
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