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Roger Fludgeon Gone Fishin' By Kenneth Paul June 22, 2006 -------------------------------------------- I want a way to draw my life, to sketch the fiber of my being, Or perhaps it's better to sculpt it, to give it shape like a preaching pulpet. (see, "pulpet" rhymes with "sculpt it", so I wrote it... but don't really mean it) I'd start with some wood, a whole tree would be good, and randomly remove some branches. No need to worry! I'd do it gently! I'd lull the tree to sleep, hypnotize it deep, and let it choose which ones to keep. The tree I'd name Roger, for no real reason, and I'd have to work quick or it won't last the season. Close to Roger I'd conjure a table of glass, its' imperfections would give it a touch of class. The table's name is Fludgeon (because it rhymes with curmudgeon, and I've always liked the word curmudgeon) and around it would be an obstruction - a yellow-ribbon fence with the word "construction". Above Roger and Fludgeon I'd hover a sphere. Made of iron and lightning it could appear frightening while simultaneously offering a sense of urgency. So I'd write up a sign indicating it's mine, with false contact info... in case of emergency. In keeping with tradition, or perhaps superstition, the sphere will be named Gone Fishin'. Mix it all up with some real cold weather, discover some magic to make it light as a feather, find a unique way to stick it all together - my inner mind I will now probe... ... [pensive breath] ... I got it! A giant snow globe! It's not just a souvenir from vacation, it's derived from a wholey unique sensation. A part of my life summed up with a trinket, and all it took was for me to think it. Shake it up and watch the snow glitter, see the tree shake and the sphere flitter, hear the tape in the breeze go a-swishin' and smile at my Roger Fludgeon Gone Fishin'.