A Vagabond Lacking Cunning
"Better", I told him, "you had left your seed unsown"
But by then I was wasting my breath
Like a paranoid Schnauzer ,he'd buried his bone
Is lechery learned or inborn?
"Better" I told him, "To have cooks that spoil the broth "
But then, cooks do put buns in the oven
If you take your eyes off them long enough
Are sauciers burned or inbred?
"Better" I told him "To count chickens not hatched"
But do these eggs have one yolk or two?
Like a furious farmer whose livestock was snatched
we pray they come home to roost
"Better" I told him "To have a bird in the hand"
But when I looked up he had two
While the homeless ex-hippie inspected the sand
I walked off to a better land
"Why" I asked myself "did I even bother trying?"
For all I did came to nought
I've set too many inside-yoked eggs frying
I've been too long from home, and for what?
Contributors: | anon, Kansas Sam, Hagfish, mcb, Wagfish, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Dael, mdb, scientist, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 24th June 2003. |