A Novel Woman, AKA Pamela (that's me!) needs your vote. And I apologize in advance. Truly. But I cannot resist the challenge of coming up with a silly poem. Can't. Do. It.
I (cough) occasionally procrastinate and visit a blog called Go Fug Yourself. On this blog, the lovely duo of Heather and Jessica skewer those celebrities who don their gay apparel and walk among us mere mortals thinking they look oh so fab. What the fugly girls do is, to quote my grandmother, "bring them down a peg or two."
What means this word fug, I hear some of you ask. From the site:
""Fug" comes from "fugly," which is a contraction of "fantastically ugly" (or an f-word more prurient, if you like, but we are clean and delightful young ladies who don't engage in that kind of filth, dammit)."
Now comes the favour. Every Friday, they have a contest and ask for silly rhymes to go with a photo. I will warn you, this photo is a bit risque, unless you're a breast-feeding mother in which case it's old hat. This week I made the final three. Whoo hoo!
Your vote counts. So if you'd like to support A Novel Woman, go to the link below and vote for Number Two by Pamela (that's me) unless you prefer one of the other two poems, in which case, do the honorable thing and vote for them. (Damn my morals!) You must vote by Wednesday!
Are there big prizes involved? Uh, no.
Remember, this is not safe for work. And this site is seriously addictive.
Go HERE to vote.