I have been ploughing

The field of nothingness

A furrow at a time,

With an elderly mule that farts a lot.

The soil is unyielding

It is cabbage and carrots

I want

You can`t eat flowers.

I have the carcass

Of a goat

But needs vegs

To go with it

All I need is for you

To see

I can cook a good meal of words

So far I have two

Who are willing?

To partaking

But my table has a place

For twelve

So I will wait

Till I find

Someone who likes


And never mind

The flowers

◄ we, conjurers

flying things ►


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Hazel ettridge

Tue 5th Mar 2019 10:31

With cabbage we will all be joining your elderly mule in his farting. Perhaps he ate all the cabbage?
I love the imagery in the first half of this poem - something very accepting about the whole situation. Reminds me of Eeyore (from Winnie the Pooh series).

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Jason Bayliss

Mon 4th Mar 2019 12:57

Personally, I'd prefer cabbage anyday Jan. Good poem.


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