Open Poetry #47 |
Contra bassoon |
mikeandrew Member
since 2010-11-18
Posts 198 |
I dreamt of landing in a crater during a full moon filled with green festive scented festoons, I remember it was some time in june not that it matters, rather a picayune bit of fact, it was around twelve noon according to the lunar time keeper's croon who sang ever hour on the hour blue moon, surreal as it may be , like an animated cartoon right out of the national lampoon. I started to play my signature tune fly me to the moon on my contra-bassoon |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
High above sits a loon He's a little rough hewn With a face like a prune Waiting for the monsoon ~ Why Do Gorillas Have Big Nostrils? / Because They Have Big Fingers. ~ |
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