Lost Again
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Someone wrote the first haiku, so please
hang in with me.This is a strange form I am using.
Women I am sure at the end you will understand why I chose this form.
This is all about men. Who understands them better than you.
You dress us you feed us and than well and then there's this.
COWBOYS IN THE BADLANDS CONTEST
Cowboy 1: " Don't say a word'
Cowboy 2: " I mean I..."
Cowboy 1: "No not a word and I mean it."
Cowboy 2: " It's just that..."
Cowboy1: " Look we're in this dirthole of a desert.
My horse smells worse than a rotting corpse infested with skunks on fire.
You my friend smell worse than the horse.
There is absolutely nothing redeeming about this experience.
I'm thirsty, I'm hungry, I'm tired, and I'm hot.
Look where we are. Sand, dirty sand for three hundred and sixty degrees
as far as the eye can see. There is nothing here but sand and tumble weeds.
It feels like death so before you say another word
think about that my friend."
Cowboy2: " I just don't know why we didn't ask for directions"
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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