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Click hereThe slick, pimpled skin
affords no purchase, no prism
of holes drilled to fit fingers
so one can view the lane through a rainbow,
so one can roll the flapping carcass,
thumping over each stubby wing
down the hard wood chute into night.
Still, the pins fall
as Newton said they would,
and though tough to control,
this is way more green than Ebonite,
if a dog doesn't eat your ball.
Tristesse2 is partly to blame for this because of her poem "Dream Job," but it isn't really her fault.
I wouldn't have ever thought of this. I think of your stuff so far, I liked this most but if you have read my humourous stuff, you'd have probably guessed that. Check out my poem in the Anti Valentine thread. Getting a recommend and a solid five.
your range, which is growing exponentially and the subject matter. No matter, I will always love turkey, regardless of what others may choose to do with them or to them :)
~ maria
and threw out all of our ground turkey, turkey sausages, turkey hot dogs and bowling balls, I smiled. This is so insane it is hard not to like. I'm buying tofu burgers from now on.
Thank you very much for changing my eating habits for eternity, or at least until we hit the local menudo eating establishment. Never will I view a gobbler in the same fashion again--never.
......uses for a dead turkey? Mine was a dream, what's your excuse? :-)
This does have a certain surreal charm, I think turkey bowling might catch on. A 5 for audacity and the radical change of style.
Tess
Are you sure this isn't a reference to my invasion of your thread
or some kind of valentines day thing?
100
prism?