Saturday, December 05, 2009


Migraine was a clever girl,
Full of good ideas.
She invented turbo shoes
And had lovely ears.

When I met her I was drunk -
When I left her too.
Migraine tried to follow
But I took her turbo shoes.

It was many years ago,
Migraine didn't mind:
She ensnared another man,
Handsome, wealthy, blind.

(I wrote this fantastic poem when Sara had to change a diaper right in the middle of Porco Rosso.)


Blogger anon said...

why didn't you change? (diaper, that is)

8:56 am  
Blogger Mikkel said...

I don't change diapers. That's women's work.

9:18 am  
Anonymous ungovernable said...

in that case I would like to inform you that the japanese word for wanker is pronounced "masukaki"

8:40 pm  
Blogger Mikkel said...


9:32 pm  
Blogger Mikkel said...


9:33 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Poesi. Finns det några begränsningar för din förmåga?

10:50 pm  
Blogger Mikkel said...

Denne typen kommentarer vil vi gjerne ha fler av. Dere andre utakknemlige fjolser har mye å lære her.

11:04 pm  
Anonymous ungovernable said...

she bop she bop

10:42 am  

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