unearthed poetry of eras past!

An Ode to Bubbas coldness
your coldness is depressing,
so very very sad
but its good that your defrosting
I hope you'll soon be glad


An Ode To My Own Coldness
Just sitting here in French class,
As cold as can be.
Wishing I was home under my blanket,
Watching Kenny on T.V. (and no I'm not obsessed!)

Just sitting here in French class,
As cold as I ever could be.
Trying not to think of the game, (It's been 1/2 an hour now)
Perhaps I will go home and have some hot hot tea. (although I don't like tea so it will probably be hot chocolate.)


just sitting here in french class
with a couple hundred bucks
I hope I dont get mugged tonight
guess I'd then be outta luck
just sitting here in french class
my tummies growling lots
I wanna go make Kraft Dinner
but I'll have to wash the pots
unless my dad did dishes
which would be really great
but first, i'm still in frnech class
so my tummy has to wait.


I hope that Bubba does not get mugged,
While walking home tonight.
However if she does, I think,
She could put up quite a fight.

She would beat, bite, kick and scream,
And spit lots of mucus.
Only to be saved by her Bubba,
In a big old city bus.

I would have the crazy bus driver,
Run right over him.
And then we would dance and laugh and sing,
At our awsome win.

Then we would deliver, by hand,
That backpack oh so great!
And tell Charlotte of our adventure,
And the reason why we are late....


that is without a doubt the best poem youve ever written.. YUS! Can I show it to Char tonight??

And I've only been attacked and robbed once, and that was in harriston when I was 10 and the guy was my age and I took him. And he DIDNT get my backpack.
But other than that I've never been mugged and so the chances obviously are minimal, and if such an unusual and unlikely event occurs, then the chances of you and your bus driver saving me and the bag are equally likely, and so ... I'm safe. Yup.

I havent an ode for you.


You can totally show it to her tonight. And why do you call her CHAR? If my name was CHARLOTTE I would want it to stay CHARLOTTE, not CHAR, that is a stupid name.

An Ode to Peeing Men
"Men don't take as long to pee."
As stated by Potvin.
Oh I am so glad that I'm a girl,
And not an ugly man.
P.S. I am not thinking of The Game!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I, this moment, have to pee
and I'll do it like a man
quickly and without too much fuss
and I'll do it while I stand

hah. yus. Also, we all call her char... I dunno. I'll say Char, for you, though, Bubba. (I'm thinking I meant charlotte?)
And shell love it, I'm excited.


An Ode to the Crap in My Hair
I got crap,
In my hair,
I'm not sure when,
Or how or where.
Wow that sounded almost Dr. Seuss Like!!!!


An Ode to Global Warming
Oh, Global Warming
I do not fear;
When you destroy our planet,
I won’t BE here!!
Some people they worry
They yell and they scream
I wish they’d shut up
I’m enjoying my dream
So, come on Global Warming
Just wait a few years
Until after the deaths
Of me and my peers
And then do your thing
Whatever you want
I could care less
Though my children may not….
Whatcha think Bubba?????


I think that is funny,
And quite absurd,
I think you've got too much time on your hands,
(And you're a nerd :P) (lol....)

Although this is true,
That I'm bored now,
I won't be when we are stage-handing,
And also learning how.

And, alas the time has come,
For me to find something to do,
So bye-bye for now, I'll be waiting,
And recording the life of my shoe!


hi bubba!!

I'm in pain. Tear.

fell down the stairs. yup.
then I made cookies.


Awww, MUFFIN! Aly so cute,
I too have a sore shoulder.
Although your forearm may hurt
Mine fells like it contains boulder(s).


lol.. oh boy. boulders? Talked to your physiotherapist about this?

Kylee its sad that your shoulder's so sore
And that your IB Proffen's not around anymore
if only you too had a nice bruise to show
and if only, at night, my big bruise could glow!
That'd make it more fun, oh what a sight!
my forearms lump, a-glowing each night!
I'd lie there in bed, amused beyond words
and never again would I whine bout my hurts!

haha bubba. how fun.


Ow my shoulder hurts,
And yes he does know.
And by the way he's called a chiropractor,
Of this concern you do now show.

He should hear you know,
Mocking his practise.
He would have a heart attack,
For the tenth time.....


so bubba
I wanna write an ode.

give me a topiccccccc


Oh, Aly Bubba,
I love you, I do.
But odes are getting old,
We must think of something new.

Talking of Chuck,
Spiders and pee.
It's all very excieting, (don't know how to spell that :-))
But listen to me!

I believe it is time,
We have been subject to rhyme.
Time after time,
Now this turn is mine.

What am I saying,
Where is my head?
I will not give up odes,
Until the day I am dead.

We are best Bubbas,
As stated by Charlotte.
We will always be,
Something that rhymes with Charlotte.

We will always write odes,
No matter what goes,
In the nursing homes,
Or in various modes (of transportation :-))

And so Aly Bubba,
This here ode.
Oh, how it's clever,
Must come to a close.


an ode to my explosive diarrhea and kylees multiple infections
kylee be proud
for I can spell my disease
but luckily theres pepto bismal!
..so I wont soon decease

your infections are bad
tres tres, tres bad
its very very sad
how your infections are bad

and your kraft dinner too
makes it quicker, to poo
but what can you do?
-perhaps, you need to eat more cheese and introduce less fiber into your diet so that your bowels stand a chance against diarrhea.

I still want to puke
but the urge is subsiding
perhaps itd be helpful
if I were venturing outsiding
and annointing thou with candy
and body-checking dude
and giving the lovely trees peeni
and littering food

the end


Oh my Aly,
You have problems, you do,
You cannot spell Peni,
And your obsession with my poo.


I cannot lie....

An Ode to Kylees Poo.
Kylees poos amusing and fun
it inspires the best odes
that I've ever done

your poo, at your doctor's
in clear Sandwhich wrap
sure they can test it
but it'll still just be crap


Oh ya! I forgot to tell you! Now I have the ability to cure cancer with my feces!


Kylees poo's miraculous
the best poo ever pood
and kylees poo's redonculous
she must eat stellar food

and this is where the syran wrap comes in
wrapping the magic poo
for without it, the poo'd escape
and then what would we do?

so, for lack of anything better: what I did today!

WELL.... I took a coach to newmarket. AND dug up 30 worms and brought them home in a pillbottle. After drinking pomegranite martinis. and taking pictures with a urinal in a tool shed behind an abandoned house, where I stole green plasticky lawn-chair fabric. (whole bunch of it, too! You can have some if you ever find yourself short, when making a green lawn chair.) And exploring the house with 2 headlamps and a candle. and eating thai food.
..Saw an otter!
and snuck through the hospital. TWICE.
and then rode a coachbus on home. lovely ride.

True story.

Also, I stayed up till at LEAST 2:39 (which it is, currently), only peed ..4 times, which considering the ammount of fluid (Also had a litre of sparkling cranberry juice, a large coffee, tons of water, and the martinis of course)in me, is impressive. Sprayed myself with vinegar. tied a rope around my waiste because my jeans were falling down last night and I cant find my belt. read the newspaper. (Snakes are to blame for the size of our heads, painful labour, and our good eyesight. And some prostitutes moved over, from in front of the Harvey's in Toronto, because of road construction. Its very bad for business.) Hid a cooler in my knitting drawer. (pomegranite, you guessed it.) ooh, smashed the necks of 3 bottles of Pomtinis because we couldnt get the caps off. They made huge fountains, very nice. And, dug 4 holes in the hospital's yard. Looking for a dead fish named Gus. Never found him. It was very troubling.

AND, I lost the game.
The end.

I was going to blog..

but the glory of my first post intimidated me.

Le Premier Tangent De Algae

Hey All!

So, blog number one -yes, I AM this cool. Like, pretty much self actualized, I'd imagine. And while some may write about their children or jobs or ..cough.. HOBBIES.. I will write a list of my proudest moments thus far. The, how would you say, qualifications of my self-actualization.
Here goes.

I have reached my potential;
I've developed mad skill
(I can pee in a bottle
and spew poetry, at will)
I have studied, intently,
arachnology and dung
cowpies, and guano;
..bits I've done flung!
-I have done the impossible;
I've eaten live worms
and I've done the insensible,
never thinking of germs
I have fought for our freedoms
-like inhabiting the caf floor
And I've served the community
the dying, the poor
I have grown and have strived,
never accepting the par
and I have invented new triumphs
and am raising my bar.

Yes; people of adolescence!
I set before you, this day
a new set of standards
a non-conventional way
Do not fear, if you're lacking
some capacaty or limbs
for though adults may consider institutionalizing you or at the very least getting you a thorough psychiatric examination
-we will celebrate your whims!

My name is Algae
and I AM
Self Actualized!