THIS IS A STORY OF "OLE" MEIN FABLE
WHO HAD A TALKING HORSE IN HIS STABLE
HIS COWS COULD TALK AND HIS ROOSTERS
COULD SING
THEY TOOK A CERTAIN PLEASURE TO THE JOY IT COULD BRING
THE HOGS DRANK BEER AND WORE LIGHT GREEN SADDLES
THE DUCKS ROWED BOATS WITH HANDMADE PADDLES
THE FROGS AND TOADS HELD BOUTS BY THE RIVER
THE WHEAT NEEDED CHORING AND THE STRAW SHOULD'VE DELIVERED
BUT "OLE" MEIN FABLES DRANK CIDER AND WHISKEY
HIS EX-WIFE WROTE HIM
SAYING I KNOW YOU MISS ME.
I GOTTA NEW MAN AND NEED SOME MONEY.
GONE IN THE SHED AND GET SUM FOR ME.
"OLE" MEIN FABLE STOOD AND SAID
SHE WAS A DRILL ON THE FLOOR AND AH HAMMER IN THE BED
HE CURSED THAT WOMAN UNTIL THE STORMS CLOUDS CAME
WHINING AND COMPLAINING
ABOUT SILLY THINGS
THE COWS HEARD THE CONVERSATION AND THE ROOSTER
COMMENTED AND SAID
AH RABBIT TOLD YOUR WOMAN
THAT WHY HE'S MAD....
THE ROOSTER SANG
PICK THEM TOMATOES
CUT THAT GRASS
DOUGH SEE DOUGH
YOU TALKING TO FAST
SNEEZE IN THE DUST
RAKE THE LEAVES
YOU WOMAN DON'T WANT YOU
THAT'S THE WAY THINGS BEE
HAIKU - LATERAL THINKING
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watch this carrion crow
thought to be a human trait
lateral thinking
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Check the link, if you haven't seen it before you'll be amazed!
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p01r0md3
This is a lateral Christmas,
The reasons for red-nosed reindeer,
Rudolph was on the booze, my dears,
Santa and Rudolph were dipsomaniacs,
They drank all the booze in Santa's sacks,
But worse, Santa's in a Stroke Unit, we fear,
We knew it was a bit hard,
For gifts, Santa maxed out his credit cards,
Red cheeks meant high blood pressure, we fear,
There's worse, Mrs. Santa was a real vixen,
She drank all the eggnog with Rudolph and Blitzen,
The drunken elves kept all your gifts for their party,
They drank all your Christmas bevvies, party hearty!
There's worse, Christmas fairies live in fear,
They did ask Santa one year,
"What to do with the trees, Santa dear?"
"Wait and see!" roared Santa, O dear,
There's a fairy with a tree up her blip here,
Now, Santa's in the Stroke Unit this year,
Folk at the North Pole, too much Christmas cheer,
So, there's no Christmas on Earth, my dears,
This is the lateral Christmas year......
the parking lot of a CVS
two minutes from your house
the backseat of a four door sedan
your sister starts to shake against the door
heaving, sniffling sobs
her breath fogs against the glass
exhale exhale exhale
we should go home he says eventually
the girls are upset
you have never seen him cry before
in bed you pull the sheet over your head
and smear tears across the backs of your hands
the phone screen is too bright
2-5 years the internet says
there is no cure
Vocal bean stalk strap
Singular vibrato snap
Snails echo outward
Crab on a mission
So much inside that shell; leaves
writing in the sand
Concentric thought spins
interminable circles
without cease.
Dawn whirls reason into
mad logic.
Unimpressed.
Begging for conclusion
to confusion,
light shadows.
Darkness returns
in continuing rotation
of persistent disorder.
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