Have you ever seen Kettle Corn being made. They heat the oil in a huge copper kettle and just as it starts to pop they add the sugary goodness? It’s a lot of fun watching the corn rattling around in the kettle. And rattle it does. I’m not here to talk about fairground foods. Nope, I might one day, but this is not the one.
Today I am talking about bloggers. One in particular. His name would be Rattling the Kettle and he deserves to be thanked. You see, I left a sweet innocent message on his blog and he responded to me inappropriately. Not Catholic Priest inappropriate, it was a taunt. Maybe more of a threat.
“Oh, I’ll place you in a special section alright!” Rattling The Kettle rattled to me
I’m not one to go looking for a fight. I’m not one to let idol threats go unchallenged either. I sweetly and innocently let him know he could try. The thing is, the threat wasn’t idol. It was fairly active and I now have my own blogroll on his site. I’m in the “special” section. Check it out. It’s at the bottom. It should be on the top but I’m not picky.
So now, as I promised him, I am letting him know how much I appreciated his kindness. I am a nice person with good manners and I do things like that. I have chosen to appreciate him with very bad poetry.
There once was a man from Pasadena
He drove a Prius in winter
He drove it in the summer too
Without air conditioning
Because he’s so effin’ cheap!
There once was a dude from California
He had this thing for boobs
They were here and there
They were everywhere
What up with the breast feeding fetish dude?
There once was a man named RTK
That couldn’t tell humor from organic free-range chicken eggs
He apparently doesn’t realize
I’m the awesome dude blogger (in my own eyes)
I had the best caption for an aroused zebra EVER!
There once was a lawyer from out west
I’ll probably regret what I say next
I’d planned on being meaner
But he put up such a sweet post about his son I couldn’t.
He’s a big effin’ jerk.
Rattling The Kettle, you can consider yourself thanked. I wasn’t joking about that restraining order!
September 6th, 2007 at 9:19 pm
where’s the stanza about him being a personal friend of everyone’s favorite blogger?
September 6th, 2007 at 9:49 pm
I was thinking of you. It was out of kindness I left you out. I figured you wouldn’t want the words Whit Honea, Poetry, and what I just wrote forever attached in a search engine. But if you insist.
RTK was blogger from LA
That was a personal friend with Whit Honea, Aye!
Whit is a favorite at blogging
He got drunk at a party and started to umm…
The rest I’m legally bound not to say. ’cause RTK’s a fuckin’ lawyer and I had to sign papers. That’s why!
September 7th, 2007 at 3:14 am
What, is there a blogger war brewing?
I never get to join in the blogger wars. :(
September 7th, 2007 at 4:50 pm
Humm.
There once was a man from Idaho
He gave his gnome a garden hoe.
He set to his task
Phil fell on his ass
I’m not going to tell you what happened to the hoe.
But it wasn’t pretty. Yo!
September 8th, 2007 at 4:50 am
I have moved, and have an ode to Rattling planned myself. For a little further down the track. His fame grows.
September 8th, 2007 at 4:50 am
Perhaps he will eclipse Mr. Honey?
Surely not.
September 8th, 2007 at 12:12 pm
Amelia, I thought you were on holiday. I’ve missed you. I’m sure your ode will please him to no end. I’ll work on tribute to Mr Honey for when you put up RTK’s. You know how Mr. Honey gets when one of his bee’s flits off to another flower. He attacked me with a zombie the night I posted this!