Wednesday, December 17, 2008

King of SlabTown

HA! I spend far too much time on the bus - thinking thoughtless thoughts that have no value



King of SlabTown
And her gray cat
Pinked up any ode
Dirtee dittie
Cockatwo

And the pear of 'em
As unglee as a mind mud
Fance. Ever holding an
O' be joyful bunket

The king had the shakes
Real Bad...

While the cat consumptive
Was a lunger.

2 comments:

NAVAL LANGA said...

Your short poem is like the words coming directly from the stream of consciousness.

The interior monologue may be missing some elements like leaps in syntax and punctuation, but it is the real source for creative work like writing and paintings.

Naval Langa
http://humorhumour.blogspot.com/

NAVAL LANGA said...

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