Summer of Runny Babbit

Summers come and go too quickly, I have decided. I’ll have to talk with Father Time concerning this distressing phenomenon. Three months is too little time to be soaking in the sun and spending times with my acting troupe. However, one thing that I feel there is never enough time for any time of the year is reading. Knowing how brief this summer would be, I decided to read something short that would make me laugh. The problem with this mission: finding this utopian literary work. Such a daunting task would not be easy, but I knew the literary gods approved of my quest, and so I went full steam ahead with my task.

Then I gave up. “There can be no perfect book like the one I’m in search of,” I cried to the fates in despair. So after about two days of searching, I threw my hands in the air and nailed a white flag to doors at my local library.

Things changed however when a friend gave me the Shel Silverstein epic entitled “Runny Babbit.” At first glance I considered it an okay book. Then I dug deeper into this spoonerism-laden work. Under all the philosophy that the book offered on life, I found a hilarious example of how cross-breeding an odd, urbanite sense of humor with a bunny never hurt anyone.
The book forced me into sporadic fits of laughter which came about through the clever drawings and the subtly humorous wordplays. I’m glad that this summer found me reading “Runny Babbit.” The book is also glad it found me. We’re soul mates now, don’t you know?

p.s. (This journal is written very tongue in cheekly, because if my tongue was outside of my cheek, that would just be weird. I do not believe in literary polytheism or fate. Knock on wood. However, I fimrly believe that this book will lift even the lowest of spirits. Highly recomended for those days that just seem to get worse as they go on.)