The frying pan was solid steel
said number one snail, yes a wheel
would be the answer to this work,
snail number two: ‘You little jerk,
just pull, pretend you are a man…’
And number three yelled ‘I’m a fan
of putting out for a good cause’,
but then he did inser a pause:
‘Let’s face it folks, we are just snails,
who’d ever blame us, if this fails? ‘
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It was so fulminating.
from spindly kindlingand a breath of airit sprang to lifeconsuming obstaclesand dull objectionsand stark conventions.Iit jumped all gapsyet was not seenby those who couldand bravely wouldrise in defencein bold offence.So unexpected,not wished for even,it took on quicklyand without mercya life of egotisticand autonomicwell, somewhat comicand drooling presence.So unpreparedso stunned and scaredyet breathing inthis deadly fragranceand…
It was just one more time
and quickly kiss her lipsbefore he vanished in the night,alonely shadow in the snow.And by his side his greenland muttwith blue Siberian eyes and playful face.They’d get their skin this time,such shame of failure in the past,it hurt until today, this night a promise.When dawn awoke to chase the midnight suna heavy silence had descended.And…
In a home for battered ones,
rings the wall-mount telephonehubby wants to pick a bone.Woman yells leave me alonekeep to yourself your tiny bone.It never was what I expectedit is the reason I defected.Hubby looks at his humdingerit is bigger than a finger.Tells his mate that life is tough,girls can never get enough.
Down among Mugabe’s niggers,
pulling, with great pleasure, triggerswaiting for the giant flood.Help yourself, we cannot feed them,kill as many as you can,Africa will never need them,Africa is not for man.I’m not Jesus, breaking bread,stretch one lousy fish to feed,those who ought to be long dead,white man go for black man’s need.God will never punish me,you, my people may…
Snowflakes fall
As not to wakethe beating heartof Winter Wonderland.All rabbits do appreciatethat foxes leaveclear tracks.So, if a hareis on the trailbehind the foxit is a give-away.All other timesit’s back tofox eats rabbit.Such a habit.
And sipping from his favourite wine
fell down, its name was ominouswas it from a Miss Sourpuss?Or was the matter a mistakehe slept while she was wide awake?Her sunnies had the deepest tintbut he was sure he got the hint.Of all the creatures, blessed bethe one who holds the purple key.