the ditch is always rejecting things
spitting them high up onto the river’s banks
last week he spit up a rusty knife and a hammer
Today he spit up something that was moving
Was it a tiny kitten? A dirty bunny?
A mechanical toy of some sort or another?
It was a mud brownie, and he was furious.
I was rejected by so many, he said, but never a ditch!
We left him alone, because he was angry.
Grumbling and mumbling, irritated about this.
Would he go to the river and clean up?
None of us had any guesses. Never saw a brownie before.
the brownie was born within a caul
witnessed by my cousin Paul
there was a tempest and a squall
a weird event in the cold fall
the fey rejoiced, and I mean all
right in time for the harvest ball
six faeries dancing with pure gall
best ball ever held in Autumn hall
Brownie, elf, gnome, pixie and fey
Walked to large mushroom store on the bay
Met a grouchy gargoyle along the way
He was made of concrete, all gravelly gray
Long ago a friendship was born of a ocean and brownie eyes. Ocean eyes started to have feelings for brownie eyes...but brownie hade it for olive eyes. Brownie eyes could talk about olive eyes for hour something who made ocean eyes jealous, jealous at a point of he wanted olive eyes to dissepear but he thought this wasn't enough.
He learn that olive eyes have allergies for neats and gives him a chocolate tart with neats in ..what ocean eyes didn't know is that olive could die if he ate to much ....and olive eyes did ate to much and died.
He run to brownie eyes in a rainy day and told her the truth shocked she said with tears in her eyes. " I won't report you to the police because you were my friends,but never come back to me again.." . Ocean eyes agreat and regrets of being jealous of olive eyes because something that he didn't know is that brownie eyes had started to have feelings for him..
But you may ask" What happened with the two eyes now"
...Well they both grow up separately with a sad feeling in there heart and never meet again
I fear I've lost the light
In this storm of chocolate rain
Muddy waters cloud my sight
Within this foul smelling haze
But I know I'll make things right
I'll escape this hell someday
And my tights will finally stay white
Off this soiled path I'll find my way
They say the devils in the details
Well I sure hope he likes corn
They say in the end good prevails
But I've had this demon since I was born
In my wake I leave a trail
There's stains on all I've worn
My life's going off the rails
And I feel chaos in my core
Still as I waddle towards the future
I've only known one truth
It always goes smoother
When you let the pain pass through
So when my gut gets sutured
I'll fill the hole in my heart too
I only wish I'd done it sooner
Change your pants before they change you
The brownie brigade trotted around the block.
Marching with their feet going tickety dickity dock.
I listened to their shoes going click click click.
The loudest one was my own browine, little Nick.
We are marching! The oldest girl brownie said loudly.
And we are great at it! Another one stated so proudly.
Their clickety clackety shoes went on over the hill.
I stayed in my hiding place and was very still.
The fey act funny when they know you are looking.
So I put on some barbeque and pretended I was cooking.
I smell meat! Said a teensy voice, I thought it was them.
But it was my garden snake, I call him Old Slim.
I tossed him some beef, and he drew it in with his tongue.
I am going to go after a brownie, don’t worry, I’ll just eat one.
Leave them alone, or there will be no more barbeque for you.
He slithered away rapidly, way down into the blue.
We have fed, wooed, wined and dined a stray dog for two days.
My husband Joe, who is a sucker for dogs, named him Brownie.
This stray, Brownie loved our dog Buddy and Buddy loved him.
Buddy kept inviting him into the house by way of doggy door.
Social media helped us help Brownie find his owner yesterday.
He was a pit bull, and his name is Blue. I was scared of him.
His owners collected him at ten o’clock last night.
Another good neighbor came down and corralled him for me.
Buddy spent all day today looking for his friend.
I finally told Buddy that Brownie had found his Mommy.
I think he understood because he settled down after that.
Blue had broken his chain during those danged fireworks.
Johnny Brownie sits high up in the maple tree,
Tossing with his feet, all kinds of stuff on me.
I roll my eyes, for his ways are so transparent.
His insatiable love for me so readily apparent.
I knew he had a crush on me, of course.
I am pretty in the face and I laugh like a horse
All the boys seem to like their women merry and gay.
I walk underneath him, with my happy sashay.
Hey Faerie Pinkie how are you? He yells down to me.
I keep walking, knowing he will jump down from the tree.
Where are you going? He asks, trying to keep up with my feet.
I ignore him a bit for guys think this is a special love treat.
He tries to catch up, bouncing around like an in-love fool.
My mother looks out the window and watches Johnny Brownie drool.
Why do you to this to him? She asks me later. Isn’t it a bit mean?
It keeps him interested, and I may want to date him when I am a teen.
A swift, surreal ethereal streak in the form of an angelic unicorn
The woodland miniatures were compelled to glance at woodland sky
Was that a unicorn? A wizened older elf asked.
Brownies and pixies were immediately in discussion.
Pixies were more hopeful, but backed down quickly.
Elementals sighed, thinking they had missed him this year.
Luckily, optimistic twinkle faeries were on their way.
Their empathetic queen had received a dream prophecy.
This was the night and the forest where he would appear.
The twinkle faeries began to sing their upbeat joyous anthem
Eager anticipation flooded back into the woods.
The brownies and pixies danced to the elven music.
At midnight the rainbow cellophane unicorn appeared.
She gave them the assurance they had been seeking.
All would right itself in the world and life could happily resume.
Shiny Brownie eyes,
With the Little Worried Tear
Beside the Moon and Stars
In the deep blue Sky
Far away to Mountain....
Far away to River....
And far away to the Beach....
On the lonely Single Bench
At the left corner of the park
Under the May Maara Tree
Only Shiny Brownie Eyes...
Leonard he is and Leonard he’ll be.
Born one fine day in a hollow oak tree.
When he came out he started chasing me.
A tiny little brownie built like a pee wee.
He and I once went on a little growing spree.
We planted flowers with relish and warm glee.
Never knowing how much fun it could be,
Brownie Leonard, sunlight, water and me.
He is gone right now, visiting Waikiki.
I cannot wait until my brownie returns to me.
Acorn brownie is unstoppable
Twirling and whirling in piles of leaves
Showing off for squirrel keeper fairy
Mythical dynamo coming to life
Twirling and whirling in piles of leaves
Cool breeze adding to his ambiance
Mythical dynamo coming to life
Stirring up October winds in forest
Cool breeze adding to his ambiance
Showing off for squirrel keeper fairy
Stirring up October winds in forest
Acorn brownie is unstoppable
Brownie Boy landed the first day of fall.
Gangly for Brownville, he was way too tall.
I hid him in my Neverland Mirror.
Knowing Peter soon would be here.
He was easy to please. Ate blouses and shoes.
I fed him my sister’s. She had plenty to lose.
At night he was the lead brownie, attacking the leaves.
During the day, we took him to the park where he did what he pleased.
Faerie Cowgirl Princess came along one November night.
Those two fell in love, practically on third sight.
They went to Arkansas where the leaves were still full.
We get a postcard from them yearly, two we barely even know.
Brownie?
Sure!
Frosting?
What?
I mean the kind you eat.
I thought you meant the other brownie.
The baby girl scout?
No.
Which one?
The elf-like garden helper gnome-like creature. I could use a brownie to help me collect walnuts.
Brownie.
A seven-letter word.
Common.
Also the name of one of my all-time favoritest dogs.
Four connotations for me, maybe five or six for others.
All connotations to me for the word ‘brownie’ are wonderful.
Every one of them makes me smile.
How many other words do this? Not many.
Brownie. Brownie. Brownie. Brownie.
I cannot stop!
BROWNIE the DOBERMAN
"I'm looking at you"!
"Why, you wining"?
"Why, ya blue"?
"What's you lookin for"?
"WHY, YA BLUE"?
"Wining, sniffing exploring, what's you lookin for, boy"?
"Sniffing round all over the floor
What's wrong with you"?
Brownie, talk to me
Something up, why ya down
Sniffing around
Why, you snaring, wining
Pining
Talk to me boy!
"I'm still looking at you"!
"Why, you wining, boy"?
"Why, ya blue"?
"What's you lookin for"?
"WHY, YA BLUE my dog Brown Doberman"?
Ah!! yes this my tale of Brownie the Doberman
08/01/18
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