Monday, November 25, 2002

Very upset!

At 7-11 I saw a magazine that said Ben Affleck was voted sexiest man alive. How can that be? What is the criterion for sexiest man alive? What is happening to America? Wait! They didn't ask me for my vote. When do I get to vote?

Ironically, this happens on a day when I've been composing an ode to JLo in my head. I only have the first line so far...JLo if you are reading this--please forgive my poor efforts. You deserve true poetry.

Ode To JLo

WHITHER, midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
Thy solitary way?

Vainly the fowler’s eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
As, darkly painted on the crimson sky,
Thy figure floats along.

Seek’st thou the plashy brink
Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide,
Or where the rocking billows rise and sink
On the chafed ocean side?

There is a Power whose care
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast—
The desert and illimitable air—
Lone wandering, but not lost.

All day thy wings have fanned,
At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere,
Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land,
Though the dark night is near.

And soon that toil shall end;
Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,
And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend,
Soon, o’er thy sheltered nest.

Thou ’rt gone! the abyss of heaven
Hath swallowed up thy form; yet on my heart
Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given,
And shall not soon depart.

He, who, from zone to zone,
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that I must tread alone
Will lead my steps aright.

OK...I'm just kidding! That is really 'To A Waterfowl' by William Cullen Bryant...but some of it applies to JLo dontcha think?


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