Recently I had some minor annoyance with… let’s not be specific. Nothing to do with Xanga, or the internet. Just old fashioned, trouble seeking, whispering gossip from a family I (unfortunately) know, whose pea brains apparently lack the capacity to appreciate the big joys of life, and instead go scraping through petty quarrels to find entertainment.
“They behave as though we’re still in the jungle” as my old mother would have said. But if handed lemons, make lemonade, or so the saying goes. Therefore, a little poem suitable for little people, especially those who cannot learn or grow:
As jungly as our grandsires were, so did our parents grow
As jungly as our parents were, so grew my wife and I
As jungly as my wife and I, so did our children learn
As jungly as our children are, so will grandchildren be
To the jungle! To the jungle! To the jungle boom boom boom!
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