The thing is that my dad is pretty hysterical. For example, every Thursday at 6 am my dad goes to the gas station in town and has biscuits and gravy with the other middle-aged and retired farmers from the greater Chancellor SD area. When he gets home he puts all of the gossip and collected wisdom into an email for his daughters. It is always funny. Like, snort-at-your-desk funny. I've asked him for permission to post his emails, but we're still in negotiations. I will, however, share the poem that he sent last Thursday when he was snowed in (after going to town for biscuits and gravy).
Its winter in South Dakota
The gentle breezes blow
seventy miles an hour
at twenty five below
Oh how I love South Dakota
when the snow is up to your butt
take a breath of winter
and your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
so I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave South Dakota
My a** is frozen to the ground (my edit)
Thanks, Pop, for another snorty laugh. Love you!
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i'd like more information about these "negotiations." if you need legal advice, let me know.
ReplyDeletebiscuits haiku
flaky and butter
full, biscuits are tasty with
gravy, or without
question: does the "greater chancellor area" just extend to the closest border of the nearest towns? like all the way to the west side of lennox, or to the east side of parker?
ReplyDeleteIt's unclear where the borders are. Kind of like between Pakistan and Afghanistan, except less volatile.
ReplyDeleteOh Carla...I don't know what to do about your biscuits haiku except one-up it
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I once tried bravely
To make biscuits and gravy
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