funny

funny but not really so funny
how the mood can evaporate
and a summons is not brought
as a herald on horseback or foot
so where a lush path bade motion
hither and the loins were able
to be loose for whatever weird
turns called in from weird turns
headquarters because the more twisted

the better because no hellish harm
came to any star and the meteor
might skid to a stop in a Georgia
melon field and ask a grocer
about fish, not because the meteor
might wish to purchase fish
but just to chew the fat
with a local earthling
about how they were biting

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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