It is only natural that a weird old man that writes weird limericks and poems would love weird old words and expressions. Here’s one that perfectly describes how I will be spending the third day of the three day weekend.
My wife gave me a “Honey Do List.”
There’s no way that I’m going to do it.
Today I’ll be Hurkle-Durkling
And as far as the list goes – screw it.
I won’t be doing anything constructive.
No yard work or pushing a broom.
What I’ll be doing is keeping my bed
From floating around the room!
Poet's Corner 