We're right where we were
when we weren't sure
we'd ever get home again.
And unless we avoid
coming back here again,
we might not.
when we weren't sure
we'd ever get home again.
And unless we avoid
coming back here again,
we might not.
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Misfire and Getaway
The archer gripped his trusty bow,
drew an arrow,
let it go,
accidentally struck a cow,
and, fearing it might cause a row,
he took a rather hasty bow,
and disappeared into the crowd,
whose cheers by then had grown so loud,
no one heard him throw his bow
into the bow of his boat or no-
tice as he took up oar and oar,
to row, row, row to the opposite shore.
He tied up his boat,
mounted his horse
(who was surprised to see him so soon, of course)
and rode off down the road.
He never did return again.
And so he never knew that when
the farmer pulled the arrow out,
the cow was perfectly fine.
drew an arrow,
let it go,
accidentally struck a cow,
and, fearing it might cause a row,
he took a rather hasty bow,
and disappeared into the crowd,
whose cheers by then had grown so loud,
no one heard him throw his bow
into the bow of his boat or no-
tice as he took up oar and oar,
to row, row, row to the opposite shore.
He tied up his boat,
mounted his horse
(who was surprised to see him so soon, of course)
and rode off down the road.
He never did return again.
And so he never knew that when
the farmer pulled the arrow out,
the cow was perfectly fine.
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Banished from the Bakery
The morning rolls were oh so nice,
I asked the baker for advice.
"To fluffy up your daily bread, you need to kneed the dough," he said.
"I see," I said. "And how do they rise, just so to this specific size?"
"The yeast!" he said. "You knead it through. And then the bread knows what to do."
"It does?" I asked, a bit confused.
(That bread could "know" to me was news.)
"Of course it does!" he spat right back
(as if I'd made a rude attack).
Seeing the look of hurt in his eyes, I did my best to apologize.
But the damage was done.
The baker stormed off.
Then, clearing his throat with a dignified cough,
"It does!" he declared, and SLAMMED the door.
I don't go to that bakery any more.
I asked the baker for advice.
"To fluffy up your daily bread, you need to kneed the dough," he said.
"I see," I said. "And how do they rise, just so to this specific size?"
"The yeast!" he said. "You knead it through. And then the bread knows what to do."
"It does?" I asked, a bit confused.
(That bread could "know" to me was news.)
"Of course it does!" he spat right back
(as if I'd made a rude attack).
Seeing the look of hurt in his eyes, I did my best to apologize.
But the damage was done.
The baker stormed off.
Then, clearing his throat with a dignified cough,
"It does!" he declared, and SLAMMED the door.
I don't go to that bakery any more.
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
The Daring Young Waiter on the Flying Trapeze
Without spilling a pea from a bowl full of peas,
or losing a slice from a plate piled with cheese,
the daring young waiter on the flying trapeze
sailed over our heads with the greatest of ease,
a look on his face of absolute peace,
each hair of his mustache painstakingly greased.
At the pinnacle of his swing, we all gasped.
He released!
Then flipped five or six times!
(I wasn't quite able
to be sure of the count.)
He landed at our table.
Bravo! We all cheered.
And though the menu was weird,
I'd come back anytime for such service.
or losing a slice from a plate piled with cheese,
the daring young waiter on the flying trapeze
sailed over our heads with the greatest of ease,
a look on his face of absolute peace,
each hair of his mustache painstakingly greased.
At the pinnacle of his swing, we all gasped.
He released!
Then flipped five or six times!
(I wasn't quite able
to be sure of the count.)
He landed at our table.
Bravo! We all cheered.
And though the menu was weird,
I'd come back anytime for such service.
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