It was a dark and stormy night.
Well, I guess it goes without saying that nights are dark, but it really was stormy, and the electricity popping around outside made sure that I coudln’t be online doing super-important things like harvesting my peanuts on farmville.
“I don’t know how to entertain myself without the internet!” I proclaimed, but my husband was reading a batman comic and didn’t feel my pain.
So, I did what any girl would do in my case…..I grabbed a magazine, a pair of scissors, a glue stick and my brain, and made a mess on the kitchen table.
Okay, maybe not EVERY girl would do that. Probably not any girl would do that because…well…I’m odd.
But I spent the next hour and a half with my magazine, my scissors and my gluestick and worked on one of my funner (to me) hobbies. I made “Cut and Paste Poetry.”
Cut and Paste poetry is sort of like Magnetic Poetry, only messier and it doesn’t usually involve a refrigerator door.
I made two such creations, and informed my husband, “I have the most useless hobby in the world” as I proudly gave him my first work of art to read.
“Is it a hobby?” He asked.
“Well, I’ve done this more than once, that makes it a hobby right?” Then after a pause. “Wait, are you trying to tell me my hobby isn’t a hobby?”
“I don’t know,” he said, “Do other people do this too?”
I told him probably not.
DO other people do this?
Meanwhile, after the storm passed I went online and looked for cut and paste poetry, and I found mostly pictures where someone had typed a poem up on the computer then cut it out in strips and glued it to a piece of paper, but nothing where all the words were cut and formed out of an old magazine.