X marks the spot with a dot and a dot
and a dash and a dash,
and a great big question mark.
With pinches and squeezes and cool summer breezes,
and a knife in your back.
Blood rushes down
and spirits rising up.
|The letter X (Alias unknown)|
How many of you chanted this stupid, sadistic rhyme on your friend's back as a child or had it done to you? Who writes this stuff anyway? It's kinda creepy having someone fist your back and call it a knife. Wouldn't it be better to rake invisible leaves or something? Or how about a good old fashion back rub? If you have to write poetry with the back rub, maybe you could quote Charlie Sheen on your back saying something profound like, "Boom, crush. Night, losers. Winning, duh." Uh, maybe not.
Here is my new and improved version of X Marks the Spot. If you don't like it, WRITE YOUR OWN!
X draws a line
With a vine and a vine
and a great wiggly scratch.
With fingernails while you yak
but don't "cool breeze" slobber on my back!
With a palm on the shoulder
Not too hard, I'm getting older.
And forget the spirits because that's just plain weird.
If I can write a post for X, I can write anything. See you tomorrow when we explore real life yoyos (That's slang for foolish people).