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Thursday, August 14, 2008


What better to engage in than parody...taking something beautiful and goofing it up to suit your mood. Over the course of a couple of posts and some aimless emails, you doubtless know that I am flea-bitten. It has now been 21 days and (yes, hit me baby one more time) 3 rounds of doctoring/steroids (plus 2 nights in a hotel, 1 day of flea bombs and 1 visit from an exterminator...oh, and a partridge in a pear tree) since I was victimized by leftover fleas who miss my doggy. Hell, it's awful to be so allergic (a wasp bite will probably kill me -- put that on my tombstone, wouldja?).

So I take the sublime, Rilke and twist it to suit my mood. If you would like to comment, your favorite verse from a well known poem, followed by your own poetic parody on my insect infested state, will give me a chuckle.

Know that, I am currently comfortable and confident in my abode, and the lesions are healing. (e.g. I think I finally defeated it!)

Perhaps all the dragons
in our lives are
who are only waiting to
see us act, just once,
with beauty and courage.
Perhaps everything that
frightens us is, in its
deepest essence,
something helpless that
wants our love.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Perhaps all the insects

in our lives are


who are only waiting to

use us as a host, just once

while mourning the doggy.

Perhaps everything that

frightens us is, in its

deepest essence

something tiny that

wants our sanity.

Lynne Quido

(driven to insanity by prednisone)


Algernon said...


Pam said...

Off the top of my head, as I'm about to dash off...

I think that I shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree.. (Kilmer)

I think that I shall never see
a bug as nasty as a flea.... :)


Love your Rilke!
Hate your flea allergies!

Kelly said...

Robert Louis Stevenson

A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon the window sill,
Cocked his shining eye and said:
'Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-head?'

My (lame) version:

A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon Quid's window sill,
It spied the fleas upon her floor
and pecked them 'til they were no more.

Donna said...

There once was a man from Nantucket ... wait, where am I going with this?

Fleas ... yuck!

Anonymous said...


I appreciated reading your very heartfelt parody and I was also interested to read what Pam and Kelly wrote in their parodies.

As for the fleas yuck!