Talking Tables
The memoirs of an ashtray should be written by the giggling pot pourri for pot pourri are neither properly printing nor are the proficient professional photographic petals. How exciting is the table today? Not very. For it is very difficult to discover a tabletop when all is thrown upon it like a raked lawn disturbed by a windy day. Tons of papers jostling for position fighting for space with the clothes and the pen takes up the most room but is asleep and snoring. And who would wish to wake a pen for on waking they can become quite irate so always move quietly if they are in slumber. The dog sees the mess on the table and leaves to play with his toy. The leaving of the dog displeased the table who enjoyed the dogs company and often chatted about wood for hours with the woof. The table groans and groans at the weight and the mess. But to no avail. Causing landslides around the house with its bellow and volcanic voice. The little plant pot in the centre popped through a t shirt and with its leaves pushed and swept all of the contents of the tabletop onto the recently swept floor. Ha it thought. I will now get some water today because I am exposed and no longer in a tomb of clothes. Good. The table was laughing at the resulting mess on the floor. The dog re entered the room and upon seeing the clothes and papers decided to chew then sleep. This was not good news for the returning zoo people. Sixty five elephants, a giraffe, a giant eel, a pride of lions, sixteen baboons, a leopard, one five metre penguin, eighteen tropical fish, a four thousand foot ostrich with a four mile beak, all entered the house. Saw the mess but went about their chores. Cooking and cleaning and bathing. Then seated at the table were the gorilla family who played games of cards till after midnight accompanied by the ambience of tunes from the other animals who were well versed in violin, guitars, bongos, trumpets, cellos, harpsichords and penny whistles. The table was quite content. Harmonic heavenly haven. And no bread crumbs to spit on him. Fantastic...........mesmerized Z Z Z Z. With a tall bearded cuckoo clock calling from a cloud. Z
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017
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