Whatever.
Ms. Joan Bennent,
Come on down...
Announce the News!
Anchor Morning Wood ~
Over & Out.,
Joanbenenet
ABC News.
Yes, listlessly listening...
Say more.
Lecture's Begun.
“It would be much easier to show you.
Do you have netmeet?
Got im.
Believe me,
I don't know.
“June was a h-o-t-t-i-e!â€
Where's Jane?
Where's Jane?
Still with Tarzan.
“No, she likes Marzipan.â€
…that's not live…
So do it live.
Or put on a good Cd/
Me? got Ultra Chilled .04
Spinning...
Now about to get spun
On my bike, for real...
“If somebody doesn't start
Posting astronomy pretty soon,
I might have to post another fish
Thread! Or go fly fishing,
Troll around town some more.â€
~ Double-A
....put yr fish to bed...
“Where do I find very big sizes, like 50?â€
“Your wife must smile a lot.â€
Hell NO!
I bet she hides.
8gone8
I love you.
“Never to be taken for granted.
Me too!â€
~ Double-A
…you can, too…
“Since there is no limit to how short or how long
An electromagnetic wave can be,
Wouldn't our eyes be tuned right, in the middle?â€
~ Double-A
“No,†I answered, now clearly
Mad, so uninspired, so uninsured.
“No matter,†she replied.
What wavelength they were tuned to?â€
mid|dle
“Where would you keep it, your extra
Brain ~ On the fireplace mantle,
Or stashed in a devotional
Niche?â€
~ Double-A
“..a feathered nest,
of course.â€
~ Snip, snip ~
“Anastacia and I`m also getting old.
I don`t run so much as stagger with a limp
as I`ve done something to my right heel.
Anyway I don`t care cos I`m off to see
The Quo tonight ! Yippeeeâ€
~ Anon
You mean the
Juice of eleven lemons?
Or the Ever Lovin Spoonful?
[PS. I confess, once, yes,
I abused
Leon.
Here's what I did:
A slice of lemon I would
Offer him, suggesting
This lemon was a tasteful lovely
Treat. Leon trusted me so much,
Yes, did, he'd happily dart over to me
Gobble that lemon
Wedge off the floor, eagerly bite
It up ~ and then ~
O know!
He’d say to me ~
And frown wickedly...
Then spit it out.
Yeeees, Quo o o o o!!!
o o o o o o o o o o ~~~~~=
9 \ ?
~ Snip, snip ~
“They also do an amazing thing,
They make shoes actually fit my
strangely shaped feet.â€
Webbed,
Or clawed?
Crustacean, perhaps?
Or just 4 paws?
“A synonym is a word you use
When you can't spell the word you first
Thought of.â€
~ Burt Bacharach
Bought more shoes?
Youbetcha,
cha
cha
cha
cha ~
~ Snip, snip ~
“The fish seems relatively energetic
With a couple of lost scales,
And a slight warp in its overall shape.â€
See: D'Arcy Thompson,
"On Growth and Form."
Hope that helps.
“Not familiar with D'Arcy.
I looked it up and frankly don’t
Have the energy to weave through what
I saw thanks anyway. The fry
Is going alright so far ~
I’m doing plenty of salt dip for wounds,
And I’ll repeat periodically.â€
!HOLD ON!
Salt? Dip? Scales? Considering how
Much fish per pound, spread out
Upon a periodic table? Think not! Wow,
That’s mean. Me, yes, I’ll call Verizon,
Post Haste, I’ll report your violation,
I won’t hesitate: I’ll have your Internet
Connection dissolved. Justice? You bet!
Fish fry, you say?!
!HOLD ON!
Better not!
Your fish?
Are you cooking your small fry?
No fair. Been there, done that
Yes, I got cooked. But, yes, cracked
Pepper helped me out. Ground fine,
Ground round, counsel from a periodical,
AKA: “The Journal of Transcendental Will.â€
Yes, that’s what happened to me.
Got cracked, my candy spilled.
No tres kewl, served up on a platter,
Certainly not, not without a parsley bed,
A sexual garnish, with tartar sauce,
Such a nice condiment. She’s the boss,
Cracked Pepper, so listen up. No loss,
No sliver gain. Give me interest, much due.
A touch of sea salt yes, I’m happier
With that ~ so…
…so toss that fishie back in the pond ~
Such a lovely reflecting pool ~
Yes, at The Museum de Metropolitan ~ Or
You’ll lose your dear pal of whom you’re fond!
Now, scoot, you! Back to Gold Fish school.
More study’s in store.
~ Snip, snip ~
, a far cry from Normal.
It was the white Jack Russell, Fobbie ~
Cleverly en Masque Noir ~
Strolling slowly behind, rolling her Enfant Stroller
— perfectly still,
And impatiently looking after her stroller of puppies ~
Fobbie, yes, was approximating, checking her pocket watch,
As if she had lost something...
Troubled, I was, yes, puzzled
To this sight. So unlike Fob,
To not Bark Out. Had she been muzzled?
Fob, was she wearing a Restraining Order?
Or, I wondered, had she been drafted,
Was Fob now faithfully following the official
Order of the Red Garter?
Concerned, to see Fob
Out of school, so disheveled so not
Her, I asked,
“...why don’t you wear the bottom of your
trousers rolled?â€
“Shopping, snooping, I have been.
Yes, no more trousers, yes, for my bow-wowzers ~
Just a double pair of Italian pink Feridowzers.â€
“Surely, yes,†I concurred, “The best canine
Footwear this side of Florence.
Delightful booties, I agree, so similar to mine.â€
I watched her stroll, so anxiously,
Back and forth. Should I push
My luck, ask her another question,
Or pause, and hesitate? So late, yes, so already
Late, it was. So late in the History of Art,
As Sir Arthur Danto so often barks.
But brave, yes, that’s me ~
So I pushed on…despite my knowledge,
She was late. Hesitate not, that’s me.
“Your puppies, Fob, your lovely offspring ~
Have you considered the work of Ezra Stroller?
Perhaps you should investigate.â€
A fleeting perception flew
Across her face, a spark of recognition,
But she denied, later, I feared, to me lied.
“No. Just extra flea protection, winter's coming.â€
Then I watched Fobbie disappear, saw
Fob stroll her puppies over to the pounde ~
Just a Bide-a-Wee, east side of town.
All's swell, now, yes, I sincerely hope, since
All Fob’s pups now have flea-protection.
A silver dog tag each pup wears, official proof
Now, a fine health insurance against
Dog pound inspection, as well, the jail-keeper’s
Collection.
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Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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