Minnow drifts in stream.
He hangs in the clear water,
"Whew! What a full day!"
Mottled Water Snake
winds through the turpid, foul pond.
Look! A fresh minnow!
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Marmalade was the only orange minnow in the pond
he wanted to feel special, but he felt odd
ostracized and bullied by the rest of the school
his mother tried to build him up
his father left in shame when Marmalade was born
thinking he could never have an orange son
when threatened by bigger fish,
Marmalade floated on the top of the water
Bass bluegill and catfish thought he was an autumn leaf
he lived to an old age, but was never happy
for he never felt liked or loved
To the skipper, first mate, and passengers of the Minnow,
there is this little something I think you should know:
Considering the world and the shape it is in today,
on that little island of yours, I think you should stay.
...you're so wrong.
I'm far from complicated.
Just a moody little man
who's eaten way too much "living" sand.
In a snap, I go from light to dark
{I'm both the minnow and the shark.}
I'm a simpleton, actually.
I enjoy:
a good meal without the gas.
a quiet hike without e-bikes.
a good debate without the hate.
a roll of the dice without the vice.
a spirited football match without riot.
a pint of chunky monkey, no cavities.
Some sloppy head now and again.
Keep the fake away from my face.
And I'll be a happy little minnow shark man.
Waiter waiter!
look!
but monsieur
you ordered a minnow soup, n'est pas?
Waiter waiter
Not one swimming
around in my soup
a brown minnow full of brown poop
I don't want minnow poop
in the soup
why look, its a bald beady eyed minnow
waiter! I swear this minnow is drunk
ah Monsieur, we give all our minnows wine
before death
Waiter now I know why Greeks
throw dishes at walls
I swear than damn minnow tried to write
a poem, what gaul!
Plato must be going mad
in his grave
Monsieur , can we offer you some Coock & Hen whiskey
to drown out this bad taste?
No comment
Hard by brackish river's edge
danced the tasty minnow
angling past hook, line and sinker
~ agility's marionette, little stinker
Mingling multiplying minnows marvel masterfully and jaded hooded jalapenos race to the scene. For a pretty fortress is unveiled to a mass highway injection. In a timed spring curve heap hats. In a basting tree wear a nice vest with some heels. As a storm passes remember that a nine inch dome bowl is often a domesticated chatter box and holds vast amounts of information and instructional words to many a passing mouse. So always put leaves in a soup. Wear a spade and trowel. Mix a temple with a house to form associations of a flowery day. Snowing is great fun for those pickled and pins can win in toboggan competitions in world wide juxtaposition. Is merely a global push. A capitalist catapulting cavey. An orchestra of a self shrouded mission bomb. Swooping swerving swimming in acres of grasslands. Timelords. Tinkering. Tinkling. Tin. Tan. Ton. Tone. Dare to cross a washing line of over 800 metres. Balance on a scone. Sit on a sandwich. Or swim in a broth. Cavity carnal caves creating clapping dance. 3% of an oceanographic octopus at a grand ball. Oh how quite exquisite. Punky puffing puffins. Opulence. Orifices of domestic fishes. Cinema of calibration. *** moonbeams
You never see an old minnow
They’re just bait
Something for another creature to eat
Farther up the food chain
I would love to catch a five-pound minnow
Catch and release. Now wouldn’t that be something.
I could see the headlines “Man catches five-pound minnow,
Doesn’t know what to fish for anymore.”
I mean what do you fish for with a five-pound minnow?
He’s pretty much the proverbial big fish in a small pond.
And what does he eat…surely he’s not a cannibal.
Perhaps frogs or small dogs?
I don’t know anything about fishing, but these things
Keep me awake at night.
Perhaps I need better medication.
Until then I will dream of minnow gray skies
And anorexic egrets.
Learn how to talk to different people, such as:
Mechanics who claim to fix your car and your problems,
Nymphomaniacs who can be kept eeeeeeasily aroused in what you say, and
Ostentorians who will help you be a good listener while standing decibels away.
Politeness and tact with all are the keys.
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