Thursday, April 01, 2010

one word equestrian: humor

dismount,
horsemen apocalypting

their frugal ways,

televangelism's finest hour

baked beans

skilleting the post-prandial

urges, decaffeinated

blunders

tax season mania

tinsellated

pas de deux

sliding down

the nearest travesty

collisions most weary

defenestrated funnel cakes

blending hodge

with podge, while

proctors envy the New

Hampshire boys in all

they genteel

Eli thievery,

Nathaniel and all his

bells and whistles,

Decatur-way they be

belles and whassles -

in the ginger room

apostles most wry,

bread leavened

beyond repair,

after the girds

are loined

purloined

the roundabout way,

judicial mercury
poisoning
afterbagging the cabarets
tassels in the sweatlands

i...knew just what you'd say -

bless the beasts & all

the chillun

we be the best

bestiaries

down all them

tertiary ways.

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6 Comments:

Blogger Teresa said...

Why are you defenstrating funnel cakes? They are such delicious snacks. This is such a fun poem. I like the apocalyptic horsemen frugally racing away from the televangelists. Those purloining demogogues with the leavened bread of lust do have a special place in modern bestiaries, don't they? Especially when they don't pay their taxes... So many fun things here. It's hard to know where to tesser to next.

1:26 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Whatever else it may be, surely it is an Eau'd to the Four Unhorsed-men...

3:36 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Then I say, let's defenestrate an unhorsed, defrocked televangelist!!!

9:55 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: Done. You tellin' me you don't miss ole Jimmy Swaggart - not even a lil bit?

10:05 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

oooh laws, Jimmy Swaggart?
televangelists full of hot air? I'm with Teresa - keep the funnel cakes - throw out a tv evangelist along with his Rolex.
Us dirt clods can look to our own households with Mrs. Beeton's help.

This could stand all alone:
sliding down
the nearest travesty
collisions most weary
sigh...

11:09 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Looks like the ladies have it, and girl, you ain't no dirt clod. Maybe rich blackland prairie...

8:59 AM  

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