"Ode to a lump of green putty I found in my armpit one midsummer morning"

This blog is with reference to the late great Douglas Adams, and his fertile, absurd humour which makes me chase my tail with laughter. (In the absence of tail, it may be my bum.) No more brackets. It is time to get down to the Knitty Gritty.

I was reciting an ode to a lump of something unpleasant or other on the lachine canal bike path today, in a very loud voice to myself, when a racer past me within centimetres and scared the bejeesus out of me. I then worried that she may have heard me ranting to myself, and so to cover up I yelled "You scared the bejeesus out of me." It was most satisfying.

"Now I lay me down to sleep
Try to count Electric sheep
Sweet dream wishes you can keep
How I hate the night."

Marvin elevating himself to greater heights of gloom and despondency.
Me I go to bed now.
I go, you go, you go . YOU Go. I go.
I go.