poem: da doo
Sibilant ABBA fungoofrothing on the templates,
gathering the szechuan
guvballs, terror
down under the
volcanoes, butter light
bisque-ing the backyard
vege, annotating
what's left of
da doo ron ron
as she ventures leftover
guesses & the admiral's
caulking gun,
a joyous celebration,
missing pieces all
in a row,
duckling houses,
Hundertwasser enclaves
down by the pond
freshbait ascendant
kissing the verily
postulating the merrily
calculating the eleemosynarily -
wee, wee, wee -
all the way
home.
Labels: perth
posted by murat11 at 7:29 PM
6 Comments:
Well, I guess that looks like one of the three little pigs' houses. A very fun poem with a greater picture to match. Hope your summer is relaxing and carefree!
Teresa: Not familiar with Hundertwasser? Worth a google for images of his architecture and his paintings.
What a fun summertime romp, with some foot-tapping shoo-be-doo-wah thrown in for good measure. Loved the annotating and the duckling houses -- ours would sure appreciate Hundertwasser, but that's probably not what they're gonna get -- but kissing the verily/ postulating the merrily/ calculating the eleemosymarily ... wow! Just brilliant. Hope you're having as much fun as this poem indicates!
Anno: The ducklings were definitely a nod to your webbed folk, but the anno-tating was a good catch. Would they could have a Hundertwasser!
Well I missed this one completely! Love the picture and all the arilys. I want to run down and around that building singing Take A Chance On Me at the top of my lungs :)
Dee: I believe that ABBA was birthed in one of the onion towers.
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