Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Parachutes and Petanque

They begin to drop from the sky.

Some land not as softly as they would like. A metal of valor will be issued

The young niece knows that form is eveything.

Someone's gotta school these suckas- might as well be me.

A competitive bunch, each boule was measured and remeasured. Fights ensued, only a dance-off could keep blood from being shed.


Karyn said...

I love the word Petanque.
I like how it looks... I like how it sounds... and I pray my life never depends on my playing it publicly someday.

Anonymous said...

very, very jealous.