Advice to Young Poets

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by Martin Espada

Never pretend
to be a unicorn
by sticking a plunger on your head

Comments

  1. GailJuly 23, 2009 at 5:20 AM

    Love it! Best advice I have had all week!

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  2. debraJuly 23, 2009 at 6:32 AM

    Words of wisdom, unless you are a plumber who likes to pretend.

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  3. smartzJuly 23, 2009 at 7:01 AM

    Love it! I'm going to post this one on my bathroom mirror.

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  4. UnknownJuly 23, 2009 at 7:53 AM

    Well, that made me smile!

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  5. La FraméricaineJuly 23, 2009 at 8:09 AM

    Roger that, Lady Guinevere!

    Good thing you got this up today because I was just on my way to the bathroom and the temptation is always there, staring up from the floor, to the left to the toilet.

    Merci infiniement,

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  6. English RiderJuly 23, 2009 at 9:31 AM

    I agree, but tiaras are so last season. What is one to do?

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  7. aimsJuly 23, 2009 at 10:37 AM

    *laughing at all the comments*

    I nominated you dear girl - I hope you don't mind!

    http://365to42.blogspot.com/2009/07/free-competition-30-prize.html

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  8. OwenJuly 23, 2009 at 11:51 AM

    Hilarious...

    I suppose the sequel might be something like (?) :

    Never pretend
    To be an ostrich
    By sticking your head in the toilet

    (sorry!)

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  9. PyzahnJuly 23, 2009 at 1:37 PM

    Why not?

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  10. Mary EllenJuly 23, 2009 at 6:57 PM

    Wonderful! And great ripostes as well.

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  11. RudeeJuly 23, 2009 at 7:36 PM

    Interesting advice. I'd never thought of this before.

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  12. KathleenJuly 23, 2009 at 9:55 PM

    I've heard it said that boys cannot resist putting something with a suction cup on their forehead. So far, I find that true.

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  13. Erin DavisJuly 24, 2009 at 10:24 PM

    Oh, if only someone had told me this years ago!

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  14. Batteson.IndJuly 28, 2009 at 3:32 AM

    Love this!... A friend of mine's brother was once showing off in the milking parlour, he stuck one of the milking cups on his chin.... we had to go turn the machine off...lol!
    It reminded me of that, could be a farmers poem to young farmers; "Never pretend to be a cow's pap by sticking a suction cup to your chin"..

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