poem by attrition
Poem for a contest, "carved" out of the paragraph at the Crazy Horse journal link:Bullwinkle’s Serenade
Clear talking:
I'm trying to say
a little-known moose,
blissfully honeymooning—
wee pants I encounter,
and fire,
bear-proofed:
all the things one does is not
a gay hideaway,
a Porta-John:
I am proud to say it is
quite
the opposite.
Labels: verity
posted by murat11 at 10:59 PM
4 Comments:
Porta-John and the woods with a gay hideaway got the brain going got it going
jsd: Preserving the order of the words in the carved-up paragraph gave me pause, but the accidents were too delicious to pass up.
Love the carved out chocolate in the picture above, but I am not so sure about the gay hideaway in the Portajohn. And you have carved away Rocky, Boris and Natasha. I am sure that they are sad. I just hope that bear-proofed is bomb-proof, too, in case Boris wants revenge.
Teresa: Sobering words, well worth consideration. A little too much attrition, eh? I'll be on the lookout, that's for sure.
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