Untitled poem by Perrin, 7/14/05

[cimorene]

jenny, aka crunchy aunt, sent me this poem composed by perrin, who is now three and a half.

You smell quite fine
Like an old, tasty olive brine.

Comments

[vellum.livejournal.com]

see, now i think i'm getting really dyslexic, because the word crunchy was right above that poem, and i'm all whuuuh thinking how do you know it's crunchy if you just smelled it?

[cimness.livejournal.com]

see, i didn't name her that myself--i might have called her a granola person. crunchy is either a general australian term or just something isilya came up with. she mentioned crunchy soap once, meaning, you know, healthfood store soap, but i took her literally and went o.O and had to google it and everything (because just imagine. crunchy soap!), incidentally coming up with this website belonging to a guy who ate some soap (http://www.zug.com/pranks/natural/). and then it stuck.

[vellum.livejournal.com]

i thought crunchy meant she was old. you know, wrinkly haggard and all. actually, i don't know. and i love zug. the p-p-powerbook prank and the first credit card prank? procrastination is a wonderful thing.