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February 12, 2013

At first, no looming threats were perceived
by the cutting fool Davey H,
not aggrieved,
who focused on locust
and kept his cool,
continuing sawing with a sharp tool.

Over the din of poodle barks
and 2-cycle engine whines,
a 2-legged lumbering
semi-soused human critter
suddenly appeared
and sauntered toward the wagon,
inquiring as to what Davey H was doing:

Q: ”What are you doing?”
A: “I’m cutting this wood.”
Q: “Who said it was yours?”
A: “Well, it’s been sitting here for 2 years,
and it’s on Bruce’s property.”

Statement: “That’s my wood.”
Retort: “This is Bruce’s property, lady.”