a peanut

a peanut, a sickle,
a penis, a nickel,
persnickety people,
persneepety pickle,
persnappety pie…
did someone ask why?
Because! yelled the
fuzz who decided to die.

A death of a wisp!
(Said yeth with a lisp,
said yeth to the blankety sky.)

The plot ever sickens
it thins as it thickens
ensnared by a tooth
on the beard of a mooth
the fuzz finds a home
in a meaningless poem
in a mounted and stuffed
and bluff-blankety tome
far from where buffalo roam

lungless breath of the wind
finds reluctant tongues
fuzz sings cause it must
because! because! because!
screams the fuzz
and its strings will catch dust,
plinging out what it dost,
a peanut, a pickle
a penis, a nickle,
a peanut, a pickle,
a penis, a nickle,
a peanut…

:smiley: I liked it… when did you write this lol?

I wrote it in a few minutes as I typed last night, racing with the pain in my upper back. The poem won, and the wounded warrior went to sleep – hurt but happy to be alive.

fast, interesting, good. you should have a cartoon drawing to go along with it. you remind me of shel silverstein for big kids and roahl dahl not for kids.

why thanks fair lexy. you draw? I sure as hell don’t. I agree though that all my prose has a vacuous charm, it needs something. Putting it with pictures might help.