I appear to have given myself the weekend off. This will not be a regular feature, by which I mean, I won't give myself every weekend off. What follows is a poem which is an attempt to explain my (crippling) fear of sharks and hence, the title of the blog. I hope you like it.
A Rational Fear of Sharks (Title)
A rational fear of sharks (first line)
Is what I suffer from. You know why?
Perhaps I’ll tell you.
Mayhap you’ll listen.
I don’t like sharks. I am afraid of them.
Row upon row of teeth. There’s just no end to them. (Bit of a rhyme)
And those blankly, bleakly staring eyes.
Eerie. And scary.
Scary. And eerie.
And I know!
Oh! I know!
One is statistically more likely to be killed,
By a coconut falling from a palm tree,
Or having your lungs filled with water,
Than from a shark attack.
But that doesn’t change the fact.
Coconuts don’t have blank, bleak staring eyes or row upon row of meat-riddled teeth.
And I will still swim and have baths.
I hope I will never be attacked by a shark.
Rational.
National.
You may notice that I ended with a rhyming couplet. Of sorts. Rather Shakesperian I thought.
Also, what is it with Iggy Pop a.) advertising car insurance? b.) Having a poorly made puppet of himself do the energetic bits? What's the matter, Iggy? Can't hack it anymore?
And with those celebrity taunts, I'm off to sleep.
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Rhymes. Much better.
Can you put a widget on your blog so that I can post the posts straight to twitter and facebook?
In years to come, historians will remember this as the grisly beginning of the tragic ‘Cule-Pop’ feud. They will say things like “It was this type of mindless, unprovoked character assassination that saw Iggy Pop eat Anthony Cule alive.”
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