one word chisme: bars
casbah:
the stinky review -
after you fished out
your life lessons,
ate the cake of fools,
fool's golding
the atypical
plants, cheese
on a stick,
sodas popping
this way &
that. Names
left
in the terlet:
games of chance,
all cat
in the
hat.
the stinky review -
after you fished out
your life lessons,
ate the cake of fools,
fool's golding
the atypical
plants, cheese
on a stick,
sodas popping
this way &
that. Names
left
in the terlet:
games of chance,
all cat
in the
hat.
Labels: Betty Boop
posted by murat11 at 5:32 PM
4 Comments:
Oh Murat, I'm so sorry that malicious report made you feel as though you were all locked up in the citadel of Algiers. It was really jealousy which caused the critic to pan your poem so badly, and he did have some valid points about the meter and the rhyme. So after internalizing the good, it is so nice to see you whistling a few bars of the birthday song before eating the clown cake at your nieces birthday party. The silly cake with frosting roses covered in gold sugar sprinkles. All little girls love shiny, fake things. And your recent brush with internment left you seeing window bars in the corn dogs, the rows of cheese on a stick, the lines and lines of pop cans. And you overheard the adults whispering about that stupid review. Your name is in the terlet man, so you had best get in there with the kids and play cat in the hat until after the party you can go down to the cantina and drown your sorrows with Dos Equis, served by a cocktail waitress who resembles Betty Boop.
A silly exegesis, I know, but summer is almost over, and one needs to be silly before the bars of educational institutions slam shut on the golden days of lazing in the hammock reading raunchy romances and tanning in the hot sun. A last hurrah before the thesis so to speak...
casbah to terlet - quite a journey boop boop be doo. Maybe that cake of fools was a Kings cake - everything be alright if they got the baby :)
Teresa: Wild and silly, indeed! On par with the wild wandering pair of women (one of whom I apparently played) in last night's raw, epic dream across an asphalt wasteland stretching out for miles along a grey lake. All indication, those chicas lives were way down in the terlet.
Dee: My life was certainly a fool's chase, until I got the (now ten year old) baby.
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