Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Jester. Is poetry a jester?

Only on Tuesdays. Late mornings at that.


Is a pancake, bread?
Can a saucepan double as a fry pan?

What is jester; what is gibberish?

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  1. More and more constraints on the future of the sandhill seem to mesh with the crashing waves in an effort to exchange vows.

    Deliberately ignoring the signs of inclement daylight, all hands were on deck and the trumpets from the school band could be heard blaring at us from below.

    Somehow a paper plate of french fries blew past without apology, stirring up the co-hosts, making mincemeat out of scheduled stops.

    All in all, one or two or three items on the menu had a sort of gritty feel as we teed off that morning on the suburban coast.

    No matter exclaimed the captain, no harm done when weighs the matter against larger ones.

    Around sunset, everyone called it over and we slunk back to our rooms to shower, record the strokes.

    Not sure if we'd be asked to return, each one hid a piece of paper with a comment under the wastebasket, something we'd agreed to do when we were getting along, earlier that day.

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