sitting on a car hood
boy with blue hair
trying to be good
Ok, that's the opening to a poem that was done for creative (ha) writing in High School. Was that supposed to be Iambic Pentameter or a Jethro Tull rip off?
But it's this whole long saga, epic saga mind you, about the time my dear brother rode on the hood of a car, fell off, smacked his head on the pavement, had the police called on him, and had a mashed potato skull, with rhyming. Can you tell I'm cleaning the basement? Oh, I hope I find photos!