Read in a an email some time ago
Story of a woman I don't know
Sitting there for an hour or more
In a parking lot outside the store
She answered a stranger with dread
Said she was shot in back of the head
Not wanting brains to ooze to the floor
She refused to open her locked car door
Desperately paramedics finally broke in
Their horror quickly turned into a grin
There was something the woman did not know
'Gunshot' - an exploding canister of dough
Wad of biscuit dough hit her from behind
Glob of squishy substance her hands did find
Making a connecting and assuming the worst
When it was only a dough canister burst
As a public service to my blonde PH friend
A bit of advice in a silly poem I hereby send
Not smart leaving dough in a hot car - no doubt
Or you may assume gunshots and brains falling out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very witty Zen! ! ! I can just picture the poor woman...holding her brains in! ! ! Yikes...what a horrible thought! Great poem! Hugs, Dee