(Why I'm Still Breathing)
When the cow was dry, she was compliant.
When she calved, she turned vicious
and no fence could hold her,
but she gave milk in abundance,
and Dad refused to sell her.
She chased Mother 'round and 'round the barn
until Mom panicked, climbed the corner logs,
and perched under the roof,
clinging like a cicada shell on a weed-pod.
Beasty pawed and bellowed until Dad came home.
"I could gain on her on the corners,"
Mother said, "because I could turn faster,
but she gained on me on the straightaway."
Plug-ugly tore through the fence,
into the garden, where Mom and I worked.
"Run, Cona Faye, run," my mother shouted.
How did she know? The cow passed Mother
and thundered straight for me. I ran.
At the fence, snorts filled my ears. Hot breath
steamed my back. I saw myself stomped,
pulverized into the dirt. I turned, screaming
at full volume, and flailed my arms
like a windmill in a strong wind.
That old red cow locked her front legs
and skidded like a freight train on full brake.
I seized the moment, and scaled that rail fence.
Categories:
plug ugly, animal, childhood, family, farm,
Form: Narrative
PETER'S SON PETERSON
Peter’s son was rowdy Peterson
He met plug-ugly drug lord Dawson
In a raucous party
Came in "Bliss"ful Dirty
And tipped Dawson off about Lawson
SCOTTISH Mr BRIAN
Scottish Mr.Brian came from the country of Shamrock
Found a plover under cover of a clover rock
Plover clover screeched a little
And sat on a hefty skittle
Both fitted the bill as the pinball struck a cock-squawk
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
15 October, 2014 21:55:43 IST
Categories:
plug ugly, fun, nonsense, drug,
Form: Limerick