Themanfromnantucket - There Once Was A Man From Nantucket...

Loki: trickster god of the Norse

Fell head over heels for a horse,

Turned into a mare,

Had quite an affair,

And gave birth an eight-legged foal, of course.

(Photo source: jen-and-kris)

Orange

a graphic/visual/wordless poem

(it's not a well-defined genre)

I had a funny encounter with this particular bit of subway behavior a few years ago.

I had been tie-dying with friends in central park the morning of the fateful encounter. Normally, when tie-dying, one wears gloves to prevent the dye from staining one's hands. Unfortunately for me, the people who organized the get-together failed to plan accordingly and we didn't have nearly enough gloves to go around. Being an art student and accustomed to getting dirty, I gave my gloves to someone else. By the time we were done dying and cleaning up, my hands were thoroughly purple. I didn't think much of it until I was on the subway going home. It was early rush hour and the car was full but not overly cramped. Failing to find a seat, I held onto the pole (in accordance with above regulations). As the subway jerked to a start, I took out a book and began to read. When the train came to a stop, I looked around to see where we were. While I did this, I happened to notice my very purple hand, holding on to the subway pole, but no other hands nearby. Apparently, while I wasn't looking all the other hands had migrated far away from mine. Maybe they were afraid the purple was contagious.

Subway Pole Etiquette

The Cork

There once was a clever young lass

Who slept with her thumb up her ass.

When asked why she did it,

She said "To inhibit

Self-suffocation from gas."

Source: aeferg