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BUFFALO BLONDIE KILLS A FLY AND A GNAT WITH A SINGLE SWAT. (There were no pigeons about.)

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On display for all to see who were able,

”It is eye”

Said the natty, gnat, gnat on the nose of the fly

Who was perched on the nose of an irritable guy; “Take that”.

And the irritable man, he swatted away

At the fly on his nose,

And the gnat (there he goes),

As his world went awry, said “goodbye”.

 

And the irritable man with the tie in his hand

Completed the Windsor knot.

And tucking at this and that around the collar until satisfied that “handsome is as handsome does”

(He loved this tie a lot),

Except for the spot

Where the fly had landed.

So happy he was that the fly was now gone. (the fly never really knew what hit him on the return approach).

The gnat by the way, was just that, In The Way.

And the hand of the man went SWAT once again

And returned to the view in the glass in the lav

And perfected the knot in his Brooks Brothers tie and said “Dang,

I’m a handsome man.”

 

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AND THE BEAT GOES ON…

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AND THE BEAT GOES ON…

 

When opinions reek of danger and

Outlooks collide,

When bias hisses,

When judgment derides,

When prejudice misses

The mark,

It is the absence of “Hark”,

The dark temptation to seekers of Truth.

“Alle heil der abend,”

As last light fails

And discourse galls

The light of Reason.

And feeds upon

The mindless nod of

A thousand, million heads.

“Shall we do this?”

(cries the headman)

Sure; whatever.

And then arrives

An alternate view

To an optimistic few.

And a rosier future

Prevails.

As autumn brings a withering reminder

Of thoughtless, irretrievable syllables

This new Ship sails

To sites and sounds unknown.

A few have grown

And risen above the moan

Of grieving masses.

Life as must, moves on.

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BUFFALO BILL SHOOS A FLY AND A GNAT WITH A SINGLE SWAT

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BUFFALO BILL SHOOS A FLY AND A GNAT WITH A SINGLE SWAT

 

On display for all to see who were able,

”It is I”

Said the natty, gnat, gnat on the nose of the fly

Who was perched on the nose of an irritable guy; “Take that”.

And Buffalo Bill, he swatted away

At the fly on his nose,

And the gnat (there he goes),

As his world went awry, said “goodbye”.

 

And Buffalo Bill with tie in hand

Completed the Windsor knot.

“handsome is as handsome does”

(He loved this tie a lot),

 

Except for the spot

Where the fly had lit

(Didn’t miss that fly one little bit)

 

So happy he was that the fly was gone.

The gnat by the way was again In the way.

And the hand of the man went SWAT once again

And returned to the glass for one last view

Perfecting the knot said “Look at you

My…

You are a handsome man.”

 

 

 

CURIOUS ABNER’S CON

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CURIOUS ABNER’S CON

 

Curious Abner thought awhile,

(A while is all he had.)

The moment seemed to last forever,

(Forever’s not so bad.)

After all, thought Curio,

It only takes an instant

To contemplate creation,

How far is near or distant?

(To contemplate or “complicate”.)

He wondered with a grin

Content and yes, quite satisfied

With this intellectual spin.

While rolling in the aisle.

Curious Abner thought awhile.

(A while is all he had.)

( A while is not so bad.)

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FELVES

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FELVES

“I’m perfectly happy with my perfect self”

Said the perfectly happy, perfect elf

“Except for only one thing.

I never learned how to sing.”

“Sing?” Trilled the fairy with a voice so clear

“I will give you a voice we’ll all love to hear”

She waved her wand; it went “bling”

“Now let your new voice ring.”

Elf opened wide and tried his new sound

The loveliest voice so mellow, so round

Except for only one thing

He no longer wanted to sing .

“I was perfectly happy with my perfect self”

Said the formerly happy, perfect elf

“Except for only one thing

I didn’t know how to sing.”

“Now that I’m perfect there is nothing to change

There’s nothing at all left to rearrange

Perhaps if I had some wings”

Fairy waved her wand; it went “bling”.

If you’re looking for a happy ending there is only Now. But let’s suppose that the elf is an ordinary elf much like you and I. Elf discovered that his new voice was not new at all; he had been so enamored with his new persona that he failed to notice that his fairy friend now spoke with the husky voice which had once been his and that Fairy no longer had wings. The swap was irreversible. They now must learn to accept themselves and each other or spend the rest of their days being miserable.

Elf decided that Fairy must have loved him a bushel and a peck as the old song goes and he gave her a hug around the neck as the old song continues.

“Will you marry me” he trilled.

“Yes I will, yes I will”, she croaked.

So they were married by an elfin priest in the Magical Church of Fairyland and promised to spend their lives together, loving and sharing and maybe even raising some little felves. I never did learn how it all turned out. Are they happy together? Are they together? Are they…..? if I hear anything I’ll let you know.

© Lee Broom

OUR FORMERLY WITTY SELVES

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“You’re a wimp” said he

With Fire on his breath

His words were crisp

Like the crackle of death

And my friend whose message

Of Ooh La La

Became instead one of Oom Pa Pa

and said “Yes”,

To the voice of his Alter.

Not once did he dare to falter.

Identified then as an arrogant prick

He wasn’t really (Perhaps he is sick)

Of what (Who knows) could it be that he

Forgot who he was and thought he was me

(As usual in search of another Rhyme

I seem to have run out of time.)

By Lee Broom