Eeksy-Peeksy

augury doggerel

Friday, March 21, 2003

Counterpoise

A man came up the track and grabbed the unwilling dog. I have three cans of dog food in my pack. No dog.

Bwana is a parrot on my shoulder. He misses his wife in England; he can't live with her or in England. He misses his "girlfriend"; she wants more money, and up front. Bwana stays; Bwana must go.

It's spring. Sunny. Snow is falling.

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