Earlier this year I met the Editor of a small town paper that used some of my stories in the paper. I wrote about it before, and about how we had a falling out over the titles she was giving my stories. They sucked, they really sucked bad.
Well, we never really made up, but she is one of my Facebook friends and this week she posted a poem about a guy she met in a hot tub in Colorado a few years ago. It was at a place called Trimble Springs, and he had red hair, and they made out in the hot tub and she never saw him again. It was really a pretty good poem. The title of the poem was “Trimble”, and given the mildly erotic feel to her poem, it was a nice play on words.
I want ya’ll to know that I left her a nice comment because it was a very good poem, and I took the high road by not suggesting she change her title from “Trimble” to “Red haired man and slut suck face on snowy evening in hot tub”
Monday, September 19, 2011
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6 comments:
lol, its never too late to post another comment.....
I'm with Lily. That is hysterical. I'd read it with that title.
Haaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaa - i'm laughing mule shoes off....definitely vote for your original title, cowboy!
xxx
AW man, I can't win this one. Ya'll are right. i'd read just about anything with "slut' in the title.
Or what about "Toy Story"?
Big of you, by the way! The high road is the best road. Or, in any case, so it seems from down here.
Ya'll wouldnt believe what I'm about to do...
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