Today we are doing another interview with the famous author, singer, songwriter, actor, and ninja, Wacky Head (WH).
I George Washington (GW), will be interviewing this star.
GW: "It is a pleasure to have you back, Wacky Head. How are you doing today?"
WH: "Gewd"
GW: "Since you published your last book, Has any major changes occurred in your life?
WH: "Well, I don't know what your talking about, but me and my dad have to play Chronochrigger."
GW: " Oh, that's wonderful, speaking of games, what are some of the recreational activities you like to do when you have the chance?"
WH: "Oh sorry, this is how much fire iron man is shooting out."
GW: "How much fire?"
WH: "So much fire..."
GW: "Do you have any vacations planned for this summer?"
WH: "YEa, tomorrow, When I go to Los Angeles."
GW: "Why are you going to Los Angeles?"
WH: "Because Im going to meet my grandma, but I will miss you."
GW: "Great, Are you planning to publish any new books in the coming years?"
WH: " Uhhhhh, no I never do that..."
GW: " Then who wrote all the books you have made?"
WH: "No one, only the library"
GW: "But what about all the books that have your name on them?"
WH: "Uhhhhh No one did it..."
GW: " Do you see your self still doing this in the future?"
WH: "Uhhh huhhh"
GW: Well that's great, Im looking forward to your future work. Do you mind giving us a short poem to end this interview?"
WH: "UHHHHH, I NEVER DO THAT! NEVER EVER!"
GW: Uhhhhh, okay then, well we seem to have run out of time. Till next time, Whacky Head."
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Corn Forever
Poetry Smash #5
Untitled
Spirits. Corn.
I've been cutting everyone.
I think there's hard ground under here.
Doo Dee Dah
-Deedee
Corn Everywhere
Mosquitoast, delicious but itchy.
Every summer, I go to Jalanka city.
In the depths of my soul I have found,
I'm a chicken nugget, waiting to be eaten.
-Shelby Prior
Hangar Helicopter
Those are metal put them down.
Those who are not cool, have no stories.
Here, look at my face.
-Iron Man
A New Theory:
Theory of the speed of corn:
Recent studies have shown what we have long suspected, that ears of corn are the fastest objects in the universe. It must be faster than the speed of sound because corn grows in ears. Corn jumps up quantum levels as it accelerates. Getting into your eye faster than a photon.
Untitled
Spirits. Corn.
I've been cutting everyone.
I think there's hard ground under here.
Doo Dee Dah
-Deedee
Corn Everywhere
Mosquitoast, delicious but itchy.
Every summer, I go to Jalanka city.
In the depths of my soul I have found,
I'm a chicken nugget, waiting to be eaten.
-Shelby Prior
Hangar Helicopter
Those are metal put them down.
Those who are not cool, have no stories.
Here, look at my face.
-Iron Man
A New Theory:
Theory of the speed of corn:
Recent studies have shown what we have long suspected, that ears of corn are the fastest objects in the universe. It must be faster than the speed of sound because corn grows in ears. Corn jumps up quantum levels as it accelerates. Getting into your eye faster than a photon.
The Chaloopa Dilemma
Pelicarnassus, Picklestan
Look out your window, what do you see? I see a little tree with a chaloopa. And there, in that bush, there is another chaloopa. Thus, we have two chaloopas, a chaloopa dilemma if you will. Which is the chaloopa of truth, garlic, and where did I leave my phone?
Don't give them broccoli, if they come to your house.
This can only lead to more violence, YAY!
PEW PEW PEW, SHHHHHHCKK, POW, BOOOM! SHAZAAAAM!
Now from our newest correspondent:
Ahhhhhh, Ahhh tih!
Ahhh ha!
Ahhh ha ha!
Dadooom.
Dada
Dada
*shakes head*
*raises arms*
Ehhh *hmfph*
Nana
*high pitched untranscriptable screech*
Look out your window, what do you see? I see a little tree with a chaloopa. And there, in that bush, there is another chaloopa. Thus, we have two chaloopas, a chaloopa dilemma if you will. Which is the chaloopa of truth, garlic, and where did I leave my phone?
Don't give them broccoli, if they come to your house.
This can only lead to more violence, YAY!
PEW PEW PEW, SHHHHHHCKK, POW, BOOOM! SHAZAAAAM!
Now from our newest correspondent:
Ahhhhhh, Ahhh tih!
Ahhh ha!
Ahhh ha ha!
Dadooom.
Dada
Dada
*shakes head*
*raises arms*
Ehhh *hmfph*
Nana
*high pitched untranscriptable screech*
Sunday, July 2, 2017
FOURF OF FULY!
AMERICA, AMERICA
Time, A MARE Uhhh KUUUUH!
Patriotic Song:
Once Upon a time... I was sitting in my room,
Eating some carrots when I heard a big booooom.
I looked out my window, and what did I see?
It may shock you, I've only seen them on TV.
Theeeeeeee.... Llama heads are coming!
The llama heads are coming!
Lock your doors and windows for,
the llama heads are coming.
Where did they come from?
No one knows for sure.
They say they started on a farm,
built by Aaron Burr.
After the shame of killing,
the one we all hold dear.
He built a farm to breed,
animals we fear.
Most of them didn't make it,
like pigeon toed pigs,
but the llama heads did make it,
And I cannot eat Bisquick
Because it is not food.
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Time, A MARE Uhhh KUUUUH!
Patriotic Song:
Once Upon a time... I was sitting in my room,
Eating some carrots when I heard a big booooom.
I looked out my window, and what did I see?
It may shock you, I've only seen them on TV.
Theeeeeeee.... Llama heads are coming!
The llama heads are coming!
Lock your doors and windows for,
the llama heads are coming.
Where did they come from?
No one knows for sure.
They say they started on a farm,
built by Aaron Burr.
After the shame of killing,
the one we all hold dear.
He built a farm to breed,
animals we fear.
Most of them didn't make it,
like pigeon toed pigs,
but the llama heads did make it,
And I cannot eat Bisquick
Because it is not food.
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Sunday, April 9, 2017
DALLAS, TX
Wait a second, uhhh
Somebody went into a ... um ... a person on purpose.
A guy that punched his face every day.
Somebody went to the store and they ... bought 100 popsicles, and those popsicles had bugs on them. Then he ate them and he said "mmmmm". That's funny because he ate bugs. Now he has West Nile Virus and his legs fell off. Instead of legs he has brooms so he's a sweeper-person now.
Wherever he goes, everybody yells: "Hey, sweeper-person, clean the road please!" and he becomes upset and decides to write a book about his broom feet. He titled the book "Don't Judge a Book by it's Broom Feet".
And now first, for a poem
By Angelica Skyler
When I was younger,
I had to pee a lot.
My mother was concerned,
so she took me to the dock,
where a boat saw me. I was scared.
For the world, for the peace of mind
For my sweeper feet, may the broom bristles be ever stiff.
May the Force be With You, and your ewoks productive in their slave farms
Now, time for DOG REVIEW:
First, let's review Penny:
Species: Dog
Special Move: Hip check
Weakness: Rolling over (cannot)
Flavor: Bacon salt with a hint of nutmeg
Collar color: Pewple
Next Up: Emilia
Species: Human
Special Move: shaking head no for everything
Weakness: Dogs
Flavor: mashed peas, and whatevers on the floor
Collar color: beige
Next Up: Baloo
Species: Wolf
Special Move: Monkey snarl with vampire teeth
Weakness: Penny's hip checks and collar
Flavor: Despair
Collar color: Not Applicable
Chihuahua's next Door:
Species: Rat
Special Move: Yipping
Weakness: Baloo
Flavor: Taco seasoning
Collar color: pizza
Jellycat:
Species: Demon
Special Move: Peeing on everything
Weakness: Seeing living things
Flavor: Pee
Collar Color: Cow
Wait a second, uhhh
Somebody went into a ... um ... a person on purpose.
A guy that punched his face every day.
Somebody went to the store and they ... bought 100 popsicles, and those popsicles had bugs on them. Then he ate them and he said "mmmmm". That's funny because he ate bugs. Now he has West Nile Virus and his legs fell off. Instead of legs he has brooms so he's a sweeper-person now.
Wherever he goes, everybody yells: "Hey, sweeper-person, clean the road please!" and he becomes upset and decides to write a book about his broom feet. He titled the book "Don't Judge a Book by it's Broom Feet".
And now first, for a poem
By Angelica Skyler
When I was younger,
I had to pee a lot.
My mother was concerned,
so she took me to the dock,
where a boat saw me. I was scared.
For the world, for the peace of mind
For my sweeper feet, may the broom bristles be ever stiff.
May the Force be With You, and your ewoks productive in their slave farms
Now, time for DOG REVIEW:
First, let's review Penny:
Species: Dog
Special Move: Hip check
Weakness: Rolling over (cannot)
Flavor: Bacon salt with a hint of nutmeg
Collar color: Pewple
Next Up: Emilia
Species: Human
Special Move: shaking head no for everything
Weakness: Dogs
Flavor: mashed peas, and whatevers on the floor
Collar color: beige
Next Up: Baloo
Species: Wolf
Special Move: Monkey snarl with vampire teeth
Weakness: Penny's hip checks and collar
Flavor: Despair
Collar color: Not Applicable
Chihuahua's next Door:
Species: Rat
Special Move: Yipping
Weakness: Baloo
Flavor: Taco seasoning
Collar color: pizza
Jellycat:
Species: Demon
Special Move: Peeing on everything
Weakness: Seeing living things
Flavor: Pee
Collar Color: Cow
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Poetry Corner
CAXAMBAS, FL
Welcome to another exclusive interview with the man behind the poems you and we all love to recite when the moon is just right and the cows are no longer our spleens, but rather our knees.
We are talking about the one, the only, Whacky Head
George Washington (GW): "So how did you get into poetry?"
Whacky Head (WH): "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow"
GW: "Any childhood trauma that contributes to your art?"
WH: "My favorite name is Whacky Head! Hey read this book to me!"
***Reading "Old Hat New Hat" By Stan and Jan Berenstain***
GW: "What is your favorite color"
WH: "Uhh, green"
GW: "Are you green with envy?"
WH: "I like green and blue?"
GW: "Hey Whacky Head, why do you like playing with those toys so much?"
WH: "Because I want to!"
GW: "Who is your role model?"
WH: "Mommy, what's a role model in baseball?"
GW: "Do you have diabetes?"
WH: "Nope, not yeeeet"
GW: "Is it hard for you to go out in public because you are so famous? Or do you just dress up in a chicken and you're fine?"
WH: "Yeah, I do"
GW: "You do what?"
WH: "I just do that"
GW: "Where is your favorite chicken costume store?"
WH: "Uhhh, a rooster."
GW: "What is your dream life?"
WH: "I love playing with Chloe and Gayland."
GW: "If there was one thing if you could do to fix the world, what would it be?"
WH: "I do not know what I'm doing right now!"
GW: "How do you overcome writer's block?"
WH: "I just use daddy to help me"
Let's end with a poem:
"How to be good"
Clean up
Uhh, breakfast
I'm trying to build these right now
I just do not hit people
That's the end of the story
I love mommy
Welcome to another exclusive interview with the man behind the poems you and we all love to recite when the moon is just right and the cows are no longer our spleens, but rather our knees.
We are talking about the one, the only, Whacky Head
George Washington (GW): "So how did you get into poetry?"
Whacky Head (WH): "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow"
GW: "Any childhood trauma that contributes to your art?"
WH: "My favorite name is Whacky Head! Hey read this book to me!"
***Reading "Old Hat New Hat" By Stan and Jan Berenstain***
GW: "What is your favorite color"
WH: "Uhh, green"
GW: "Are you green with envy?"
WH: "I like green and blue?"
GW: "Hey Whacky Head, why do you like playing with those toys so much?"
WH: "Because I want to!"
GW: "Who is your role model?"
WH: "Mommy, what's a role model in baseball?"
GW: "Do you have diabetes?"
WH: "Nope, not yeeeet"
GW: "Is it hard for you to go out in public because you are so famous? Or do you just dress up in a chicken and you're fine?"
WH: "Yeah, I do"
GW: "You do what?"
WH: "I just do that"
GW: "Where is your favorite chicken costume store?"
WH: "Uhhh, a rooster."
GW: "What is your dream life?"
WH: "I love playing with Chloe and Gayland."
GW: "If there was one thing if you could do to fix the world, what would it be?"
WH: "I do not know what I'm doing right now!"
GW: "How do you overcome writer's block?"
WH: "I just use daddy to help me"
Let's end with a poem:
"How to be good"
Clean up
Uhh, breakfast
I'm trying to build these right now
I just do not hit people
That's the end of the story
I love mommy
Home is where the spleen is
COWSBELL, MT
Lots of cows around here during this season of misfortune. Cows have replaced spleens. In all of us. People have been going to the doctors asking for X rays, and they've been finding baby cow bells where their spleens should be. And milk cartoons, chocolate milk especially. Dr. Michigan says that you should dig by that tree to find your soul. There is a hole right there, just make sure the dirt stays where all the dirt is. This and only this is the way to get your spleen back. The spleen is the tupperware container of the soul, filled with one third of a cup of apple juice if you are lucky. If you are unlucky, that's where the cows come in.
Snack Time! I'll be back in a second. BARK BARK!
Dang it, I've turned into a dog again and it's really hard to type when you have flippers.tgrtiyk6dhbsrzynjsdliohvdi daidbva caiasia faiasiysai dgkbfak
I'm MELTING BACK INTO A JELLY fish.
Blooop bloop
Have I ever told you the story of my cousin? He's the heart scratcher. Been doing this for 24 years, I reckon. If you draw a picture of a heart, he'll find it and scratch it. Free of charge, no questions asked you say? Of course we'll be back by Sunday, who wouldn't want a free tuna sandwhich when the moon is a full as a sunburned tomato. Do you even understand what I'm trying to say? Do you? Where is it, the Mayan calendar that you made out of papaya rinds and the sweet songs of old diabetic women?
One last go, the poetry SMASH:
One two three four five six seven eight nine ten!
Haha I was just counting
one two three four five six seven eight nine ten, eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen
By JT!
Because I wanted to be a whacker and I want to whack my head. Then I said "Nothing!" But while it come it hurted. Then it wasn't hurting anymore. That's the end of the story.
By, Eyedidd
Lots of cows around here during this season of misfortune. Cows have replaced spleens. In all of us. People have been going to the doctors asking for X rays, and they've been finding baby cow bells where their spleens should be. And milk cartoons, chocolate milk especially. Dr. Michigan says that you should dig by that tree to find your soul. There is a hole right there, just make sure the dirt stays where all the dirt is. This and only this is the way to get your spleen back. The spleen is the tupperware container of the soul, filled with one third of a cup of apple juice if you are lucky. If you are unlucky, that's where the cows come in.
Snack Time! I'll be back in a second. BARK BARK!
Dang it, I've turned into a dog again and it's really hard to type when you have flippers.tgrtiyk6dhbsrzynjsdliohvdi daidbva caiasia faiasiysai dgkbfak
I'm MELTING BACK INTO A JELLY fish.
Blooop bloop
Have I ever told you the story of my cousin? He's the heart scratcher. Been doing this for 24 years, I reckon. If you draw a picture of a heart, he'll find it and scratch it. Free of charge, no questions asked you say? Of course we'll be back by Sunday, who wouldn't want a free tuna sandwhich when the moon is a full as a sunburned tomato. Do you even understand what I'm trying to say? Do you? Where is it, the Mayan calendar that you made out of papaya rinds and the sweet songs of old diabetic women?
One last go, the poetry SMASH:
One two three four five six seven eight nine ten!
Haha I was just counting
one two three four five six seven eight nine ten, eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen
By JT!
Because I wanted to be a whacker and I want to whack my head. Then I said "Nothing!" But while it come it hurted. Then it wasn't hurting anymore. That's the end of the story.
By, Eyedidd
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)