She went by the name of Crystal
Faded but straight as a pistol
Face showing the tick of the clock
Many times she had circled the block
Married twice but soon learned the rule:
‘Don’t tie yourself down to no fool’
Nose sniffing from snorting cocaine
Her crazy blue eyes pierced the brain
Distaining prim-prude social laws
Unashamed she displayed her flaws
Brutal truth often spit with a curse
Busting big-shots with her horsehide purse
Ex bartender, ex trucker, ex maid
Eccentric and caustic. Unafraid...
Smelling blood, she slashed like a shark
Yet her smile could light up the dark
*Loosely based on a lady I am proud to call a friend
Categories:
horsehide, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
This is our observed phenomenon report.
It appears the earth people have a strange sport.
They swing a wooden stick at a horsehide sphere.
When it goes over the fence, it’s “outta here”.
Move counterclockwise on a diamond-shaped field.
Numbers on the scoreboard, a “run” is the yield.
This is a strange earth custom that’s revealed.
To athletic men, this is a profession.
People pass through turnstiles in a procession.
One hundred and sixty-two times each season,
men wearing numbers participate. What’s the reason?
Non-participating “fans” are spectators.
Sounds can come from the non-participators.
Each can sit and cheer while watching in their seat.
One team has victory, the other defeat.
These actions all occur in the summer heat.
When the home team loses, they make a “boo” sound.
This is indeed strange behavior we have found.
Categories:
horsehide, adventure, science fiction, sports,
Form: Rhyme