A poem… to slur with love.
The morning after the night before
the day before yesterday's cat…
a cry-baby who was ninety-four
gave birth on his changing mat.
Then twenty-six miles of umbilical cord
with a noose and lasso for a friend
had wrapped (so I've heard) round it's every which word
from the shallows into the deep end.
"Oh where is my dummy, and who is my mummy?
And why are my babies all green? "
Then the barman got tough, "I think YOU'VE had enough"
You've been drinking too much kerosene!
"What the flock do you mean?
I don't drink kerosene.
As a wine connoisseur, I'm a champ! "
Said the barman, "Oh dear!
If you bring your glass near,
you may find it's a paraffin lamp! "
I wish I could stop laughing- -it is really hard to type while jiggling up and down. Hey, give your readers a break- - attach a warning sign saying something like DON'T BE DRINKING YOUR WATER WHILE READING THIS- -I hate it when I splatter water on my computer screen.. I must have a mean bone in my body though I tried to rid myself of them - -cuz I enjoyed all the slurring and snarking going on. I especially adored this snarky bit.....] twenty-six miles of umbilical cord with a noose and lasso for a friend. [- - - - - - might we be sharing the same friend? Excellent piece of entertainment, Dan!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
round it's every which word.........its :) :) did i miss the slur? but i liked Sidney Poitier...in the movie. this reminds me of some of John Westlake's VERY silly poems; his are more fantastic he also has many serious poems. don't light a match! bri :)