A while back - not sure how long ago - maybe before we married or soon thereafter, the wife and I were walking through some nondescript parking lot when one of us reached down and picked up a monkey. You know, one of those monkeys from the "Barrel Of Monkeys " game. I think it was the wife who picked it up and gave it to me as a gift - the old bean isn't as good as it used to be - CRS. Anyway, from that point on, it sat on the dash of my old Honda Accord and was christened the Dirty Red Plastic Monkey. We used to joke about it every now and then. The wife and I always have some little inside joke running between us.
It changes periodically. I think the godson understands what I am talking about (WOO HOO, WOO HOO HOO). The old Honda got traded in for a newer 2001 Honda Accord and the Dirty Red Plastic Monkey left the dash and ended up in the desk drawer - a sad fate for the little fella.
A week or so ago, as we were leaving our local favorite restaurant, Pirates Grub n Grog , when the wife reached down and picked up a Dirty Green Plastic Worm and gave it to me. I can't say she never gives me anything. I don't think the Dirty Green Plastic Worm will ever replace the Dirty Red Plastic Monkey. Your first Dirty Colored Plastic Critter always has a special place in your heart. Besides, the face on the Dirty Green Plastic Worm is downright evil looking. The eyebrows are all sinister. The Dirty Red Plastic Monkey is all happy and cheerful - full of youthful innocence.
This beckons for a haiku:
Dirty Red Plastic Monkey Dirty Green Plastic Worm replaces you To the drawer you are banished |
What does this have to do with anything? I haven't the foggiest idea. I'm just in a weird mood. If you didn't think I was crazy before, you do now!
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