Poetry Friday WORD for Tomorrow, and The Oompa-Loompa Penguins
The talented and handsome Jeremiah has chosen the Poetry Friday WORD for tomorrow…go to his blog to see it…do not pass GO, do not collect $200, unless you take me out to lunch with it. His word rang with me, as I’m sure it will you. (Boy, I feel the need to write on the word *right now*, but I will withhold forthwith, as I’m sure the boss would appreciate me getting some actual work done today…what the poor sod doesn’t understand is that I could get a LOT more work done if he let me telecommute…all I need is a computer, Jethro, and perhaps a nicely foamed latte.)
If you are so inclined, please feel free to use the Poetry Friday WORD in your blog post tomorrow, in whatever fashion tickles yer ivories…story, poem, photo, recipe for bratwurst, audio link, erotic takeoff on airplane food, what.ev.ah.
In the car this morning, 6-year old Girl-child asked me this question: “Why are penguins and Oompa-Loompas opposites?” Brtrtrtrtrtrtrtr…rolling through my mental rolladex for reasons, the myriad, of why they could possibly be opposite…one’s an animal and one’s an imaginary character?...one sings the other doesn’t?...but they’re both the same in movie-star-ness and fancy dress?...duh…uh…what was she getting at?
“I don’t know…what?”, I gave up.
“Well, penguins live in cold weather, and Oompa-Loompas live in hot weather.”
Brtrtrtrtrtrtrtr…wha…?...oh yeah, in Tim Burton’s version, which we all have memorized, Johnny Depp mentions to the crowd that the reason the factory is so warm is that it’s the climate O-Ls are used to. Hah…why oh why does Girl-child remember THAT fact, yet she can’t remember to brush her teeth like I make her do EVERY NIGHT OF HER LIFE, and her underwear never make it to the hamper, and it’s NEVER okay to jump on the arm of the couch, dear Princess.
And now I’ll have Danny Elfman’s incredible music in my head all day…”Augustus Gloop, Augustus Gloop, the great big greedy nincompoop…”