A comic strip and a poem

Don't you just love that? it just cracks me up. this is how my little brother is. he has recently turned a tape measure into a lightsaber and a shoehorn into a sword. i personally think that girl's spoon looks like a club that would be perfect for beating my foes into bloody submission. but us guys are like that so...i promised you a poem? but first i would like to put out a thank you to Mr. Matthew Champ because i was waiting for someone to comment and say luck is for pagans. i almost said in my blog post but then i thought "that's not my saying, i won't steal it." anyway, the poem. the poem is "Is my team plowing" by A. E. Housman. i love this poem. i think it's funny despite the fact that it's a friend talking to a dead guy. "I cheer a dead man's sweetheart, never ask me whose." love it...

"Is my team plowing"

By A. E. Housman

“Is my team plowing,

That I was used to drive

And hear the harness jingle

When I was man alive?”

Ay, the horses trample,

The harness jingles now;

No change though you lie under

The land you used to plow.

“Is football playing

Along the river shore,

With lads to chase the leather,

Now I stand up no more?”

Ay, the ball is flying,

The lads play heart and soul;

The goal stands up, the keeper

Stands up to keep the goal.

“Is my girl happy,

That I thought hard to leave,

And has she tired of weeping

As she lies down at eve?”

Ay, she lies down lightly,

She lies not down to weep:

Your girl is well contented.

Be still, my lad, and sleep.

“Is my friend hearty,

Now I am thin and pine;

And has he found to sleep in

A better bed than mine?”

Yes, lad, I lie easy,

I lie as lads would choose;

I cheer a dead man's sweetheart,

Never ask me whose.

Now that's some good poetry. i like it a lot and i hope you did too. anyway i have to go lead a prayer walk in an hour and therefore should probably get dressed. Cya!