thoughts on an olympic morning poetry until the possum of phelps drops dead like a hammer falling from a bookshelf during a tornado in mid-western america we’ll continue to praise his swimming and forget about his horrid taste for oversized wanna-be rodents Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...