THE-DIZZY-DRINK-DRY-DAY
The tiny pink-fairy-elephants
fly around the wishing well.
But there is no water to drink
because of a long hot-spell.
Yes the only wishing well
has been sun-baked, sun-dried.
There's not yet one raindrop
and fine-chance of a rainbow wide.
The tiny pink-fairy-elephants
are most surely out of place.
Bring on the flying camels
while after after-a-further-beer I thirstily chase !
A-COOP'S-PECKING-
ORDER-COCK
Ah, pretty soon
the dawn shall crack
as will the eggs
in the chicken shack.
To the yellow chicks
the rounded sun -
yellow as yolk
above the run -
shall be the god
for the priest-cock's praise,
he their feathery father
in two ways.
TORPEDO-TYPE-DREAMS
People were to call the man the captain
for he sailed upon the ocean wide and deep
where he was made a hero of the war,
though at home in peace-time he could not sleep.
Bad dreams were to return and haunt this man
like torpedoes from out of the sea so vast and blue,
while his frightened wife had long left him
and taken their very small children too.
But then old habits, as we know, die hard,
now and again he'd shout "All hands on deck."
He made a rope-noose round like a porthole,
later to be found hung with a broken neck.
A HEROIC MAILMAN
Hey Bukowski,
are you the hero Chinaski
of the P.O. ?
P.S. I do think so.
A SUGAR DADDY'S NAUGHTY GIRL
The hair on the man's head is very much like candy-floss,
while he is sugary-sweet as his blonde girlfriend's dad.
But she will craftily call him her handsome lover-boy,
and for his money the brassy girl shall be ever so bad.
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