Body Ballad

Body Ballad

My bodywalkers tap me home

My anklefloppers swing me

I bob and bop and boogie any-

Where these toeboats bring me.

My kneemachines pump on unseen

These knobbly walkpoles run me

I might just throw these fleshstilts out

For all the good they've done me

My hulahooper's getting thick

My walkertall is aching

And yet, and yet, the joy I get

The pleasure that I'm taking!

I flip my hatrack, flop my hairprop,

Bop my talkingorb,

My lookingsphere, this hearingbox -

I frolic and absorb!

My greasyworkers wag my straightwings

Watch my ringposts snap!

Akimbo on my toddlerproppers

Doughgrips tap, drop, flap.

My bodywalkers tap me home

My anklefloppers swing me

I bob and bop and boogie any-

Where these toeboats bring me.

Ballad for Lazybones

a ballad for lazybones

I was talking to two German people this afternoon who thought English was a very poor language because, they said, we had no good way to say fauler Sack, literally lazy bag. Turns out lazy bag and fauler Sack are both nautical terms, having to do, it seems, with someplace you stow your sails (?) and apparently nothing to do with a sack of potatoes, which is where their cute little German minds immediately went. But aside from that, I also think we have some pretty good ways to talk about lazy bums. 

lazy bum you lazy bag

you lazy lazy bones

flaggard dullard laggard slackard

man you got no jones

sleepy oaf you loafing sloth

you tardy, lardy bum

shiftless jack you snoozy joe

I know that tune you hum

lazy crazy lackadaisy

lousy drowsy goon

best snap to it, lazy-legs

this train is leaving soon!

you idle fool, you sluggish chump,

you lazy-booted dunce

I've told you now ten thousand times

if I have told you once.