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Fri 19 Nov, 2004 11:22 am
So it goes, so it goes,
chills the toes sometimes,
poetry or prose?
Let the pen trip
across rhythmic Elysian fields,
or let it yield to a brood
of gigantic mass?
Pen-brow furrowed,
eraser wearing down,
the nib has found the block,
uncarved.
Nice, Cav. If most poetry were a pork chop, I'd call this a glazed ham.
<using Homer voice> Mmmm...glazed ham....
A poke chop san'wich for you, young man!
I have some fine rabbit in the fridge for me, with double-smoked bacon, mushrooms, and a sour cream sauce.
Two pieces of rye and (as we so eloquently say in the Army) you're good to go!
Man, it was a giant rabbit. 4 lbs. + Lots of leftovers, including the entire saddle.
Your American friends to the south like their wabbit supersized, my friend :-) Want a coke and chips to go with that?
No thanks, I'm diabetic.

A diet coke and baked, not fried chips maybe.
Well then, we'll just add lettuce to that feast and fix you right up!
Ahh lettuce. Lettuce praise the leaf, the wheat sheaf, and being brief.
No..that would be torture...I love a good steak.
Kelly and Cav, You two are hilarious.
I think this is Cav's surrealist period.
I do want to read it one more time,
With a tiny hint of garlic and some rhyme.
While I'm superannuating,
And slightly overstating
It's the rabbit's season mating
And I sure am calculating
How to stop the infiltrating
In my kine.
Stop, Letty! You are making me hungry!
Someone in the poetry forum posted a poem by Germaine Williams. Really interesting to try and explicate. Yawl take a look when you have the tyme. opps!
Letty wrote:Kelly and Cav, You two are hilarious.
I think this is Cav's surrealist period.
I do want to read it one more time,
With a tiny hint of garlic and some rhyme.
While I'm superannuating,
And slightly overstating
It's the rabbit's season mating
And I sure am calculating
How to stop the infiltrating
In my kine.
From the sublime to the profane, a period for me would indeed be surreal.
Dang Lettty, where be the link to Germaine?