Homebaked Shakespeare

Michelle’s post yesterday made me think about how long it’s been since I took my kids to a cultural event. I’m not saying “G-Force” doesn’t have its merits. It’s about time guinea pigs were recognized for the cavy stars that they are. But the Framingham AMC ain’t the Museum of Science. I am taking myself to NYC today, though. Maybe they'll get some culture by association. I’m sitting on the LimoLiner bus right now. And it is very fine. So fine that I just might try to stow away and live on it for a while.

Here’s my Love sonnet to the Limo Liner:

My Liner’s seats are nothing like my couch;
Leather is more cush than its foul cushions;
If food be served at home it’s from a pouch,
But here my cheese plate comes with fresh fruit tucked in.
At home the shows I see make my brain glue:
“Suite Life,” and “Blue’s Clues,” and “Back Yardigans.”
But on my LimoLiner what I view
Stars Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Aniston.
My God, I just got brought a placemat— O!
A dainty touch that mocks my mats so shoddy.
I grant I never saw the stewardess go—
My server when she walks brings me biscotti.
I’ll stow away! Nothing could be finer
Than to live here on the LimoLiner.