Super Un Serious Friends

“butter flies and marshes mellow”, that’s what he said to me. did i look shocked — you bet, but i did him one better. “mine craft and more bid yeller,” I smirked, and he said, “wazzthatsposedtomean?” as if he was drunk, he slurred all his vegetables to gather, and i told him so — i true Lee did! “chalk a lot?” he asked, and i quibbled, “black board.” He threw his fist, dissed joined, “yor a wader.” “am not!” “are so!” “fire flies and pepper mints,” the subject changes. “side ways and rattled snakes,” i grin. Our friend ship sails with checkers and back bone. I say a final dead line, “butter’d milk and fired crackers,” we hear the good humor’d truck. we buy iced dreams and coco co la, as the city strolls by, way too serious. and we both shout, “ham or head? “Shark!” butter flies and marshes mellow Poetry Contest Kai Neumann - Sponsor