Thursday, May 31, 2007

Two Winners for the Seuss Honor

Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
A Twinkie, four pretzels, a sandwich on rye--
He tossed all his cookies
And some say it's sinister
That all of it landed on Britain's Prime Minister...


Nice job there.

When I sing my song
about how we all belong
I know we can't go wrong
because it makes me feel so strong.


Another good example of the sort of thing I see in the slush. Gack!

4 comments:

AE said...

Thank you for listening to my song. No one else wanted to.

Deirdre Mundy said...

Here's a question:

When you have to read "song-get-along" gak in the slush, does it make you more or less favorably disposed to any decent thing you read after it? =)

Editorial Anonymous said...

Overexposure to slush manifests itself in two possible symptoms. Either you develop an active phobia of slush, or it melts your brain. I've experienced both. In the melting-your-brain scenario, you become more likely to fall in love with otherwise awful manuscripts simply because the writer was able to use grammer or correctly placed a semicolon. This is known as "slush euphoria," and is a sign of an impending breakdown.

Anonymous said...

Once in a previous life, I had to read slush. After a few months, it began to affect my grammar, punctuation, and spelling. Ever happen to you? Do you worry that it might?