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Friday, August 5, 2011

Poem 294: Shopping List


When I tried to milk the cows this morn'
they tried to talk to me
one said, "O-live U"
while another simply, "let us please go free!"
and then, I bet you won't believe
they started to both sing
perhaps it was country, pop or rock - salt makes these cows crazy -
It was chili out
with a deep frosting
the pineapple trees had died
but OJ didn't kill them
and he would never lie
so I left the cows to do their thing
to sing their songs and dance
and I mourned with the potato plants
with napkins colored leaves
Who were tired of singing lullabies 
and hungry for some cheese.

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