A Prairie Tale
Recently, RobbieRobTown made a grant application to the Canadian Government for new works featuring “Stories of our Heritage”. Rob felt that he should be able to include elements of his favourite themes in a historical context. He was incorrect in that regard. The grant application was rejected summarily.
A Prairie Tale
Cornelia Perseverance Downing threw the door of the outhouse wide, and looked out across a wild and ceaseless prairie. The young barley was just now high enough to be tousled by the same late spring winds which tugged at Cornelia’s skirts. She hastened to readjust her Victorian garb. Green and naked, the barley wore no skirts, and would have laughed at Cornelia’s fussing, had it the voice to do so. “Ha!”, the barley would have said. “Haha to your manifold skirts!”
This is just to say (For William Carlos Williams)
Fot the greatest poet of all time, William Carlos Williams.
This is just to say:
I have responded
on facebook
to your note
.
And you hoped,
I assume,
that I replied
Thoughtfully.
.
Forgive me,
I was on
my iPhone,
whilst taking a dump.
“Stopping by the Woods to Poop on a Summer’s Eve” by R. Frost
I stopped by the woods on a warm summers eve,
By a mending wall drenched in sun.
And deep in my bowels, from odours so foul,
Twas time that I baked a fresh bun.