Collaboration... fun words.

Here's the link for the video, "Bulbous Bouffant," that we watched in class on Friday in case you wanted to watch it again and didn't want to be caught writing down the address in class: http://fireball20xl.com/slapdash/bb.swf. And, you'll be pleased to know that all your abandoned words have found a home in my new poem:

"A Story of a Dog, Boy, and Flower-Decorator"

Another day under the cotton-headed-niggy-muggin sun
as Francisco and his corpulent pug walk past the stop sign
on the corner of Hey and Poop!

past the neurotic flower decorator
always sniffing for a good unamerican burger.
Francisco slows, his addidas shoes pad the pavement
like tum-tum-tum.

The flower lady, all supercalifragilisticexpialidocias
and pretty says,
"I like your sweater."
The dog's blubber heaves
and ripples under the red cotton,
and Francisco replies, "You're a sweetie.
I made it for my Accordagoitia myself."

The dog squats,
she yells, "Criminy!"
and Francisco looks devoid of zinc.
"Get out of here!" she screams,
waving her phallic flowers in his face. "Get lost!"

The dog yarks on her sidewalk.
"Now that's onomatopoeia," Francisco mutters.

Thwuck. A rosebud flops on Francisco's ear.

"No, that's onomatopoeia," she retorts,
as she confusticates the open and closed sign.

He leaves, but not before a giddy giggle and tapdance.