Poememe

Gacked from deathbytamarind.
When you see this, post a poem in your LJ.

Behold the duck.
It does not cluck.
A cluck it lacks.
It quacks.

It is specially fond
Of a puddle or pond.
When it dines or sups,
It bottoms ups.

And a special bonus:

Some primal termite knocked on wood,
And tasted it, and found it good,
And that is why your cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.

Wave your hands in the air like you just don't care

Whenever I hear a song with that line, I always think of this comic.

To elucidate and clarify

To clear up the cryptic entry, here's what happened as best as I can determine.

We came back from an SCA event Sunday. I parked the car on the street, as I almost always do; it was nose-out as we'd been unloading.
Someone crunched the passenger-side bumper/fender during the night - he or she was trying to park in a tight spot, or turn around, or something. I didn't notice until yesterday afternoon, because, well, I leave before it gets light. Also, with the way the car was turned I didn't walk around its front.

I've talked to the insurance people. Scheduled an appointment with a local body shop for Thursday. Haven't bothered to tell the cops, because they have better things to do in San Francisco.

The car isn't seriously damaged as far as I can tell with a cursory inspection, and believe me there was much cursing involved. I've put less than 6K on this beast so far, and this happens.

Oh well, life in the big city I guess.