I wrote a limerick:
There once was a man with a mind
to look at nothing but your behind.
'Til one day he trekked
up your back and your neck
saw your beautiful eyes, and went blind.
I recited it to a friend of mine - Emma - and she asked me about whom I had written it. I told her I wrote it for many people, and this is true. I wrote it for Natalie, Haven, Jessie, Katie, Maggie, Emma, Linnea, Laura, Kristen, Allison, Katy, Kristin, Anna, Lindsey, Emily, Lynn, Susan, Liza, every Suicidegirl, and every other woman I have met.
There is a rumor, more of a myth at this point really, that Ernest Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. According to legend, he responded with, "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." I have not the skill of Hemingway, so I will allow myself some leeway with regard to the word count, but I think mine would look something like, "A young man's passion, seldom used, plenty of good years left, but not expected to be needed. Free to a good home."
There once was a man with a mind
to look at nothing but your behind.
'Til one day he trekked
up your back and your neck
saw your beautiful eyes, and went blind.
I recited it to a friend of mine - Emma - and she asked me about whom I had written it. I told her I wrote it for many people, and this is true. I wrote it for Natalie, Haven, Jessie, Katie, Maggie, Emma, Linnea, Laura, Kristen, Allison, Katy, Kristin, Anna, Lindsey, Emily, Lynn, Susan, Liza, every Suicidegirl, and every other woman I have met.
There is a rumor, more of a myth at this point really, that Ernest Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. According to legend, he responded with, "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." I have not the skill of Hemingway, so I will allow myself some leeway with regard to the word count, but I think mine would look something like, "A young man's passion, seldom used, plenty of good years left, but not expected to be needed. Free to a good home."