Short Lumberjacks Poems

lumberjacks fell on their knees

when the woods ran out of trees

no thought to give in

and after a spin

were soon modeling dickies.
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(after Robert Desnos)
 
I spit in the eye 
of the father of the bride 
of the blacksmith who made the axe 
with which the lumberjacks 
cut down the big old oak 
with a hundred lusty strokes 
and which they split in half 
and from which the bed was carved 
(with a swag of fruit and leaves) 
in which the fellow was conceived 
who became the great-grandfather 
of the guy with the massage parlor 
where, provocatively clad, 
your mother met your dad....

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