Having one of those busy, interrupt yourself periods in life. Been thinking about the blog for a while and trying for something exciting. After many creativity blocks I decided to go with some older nonsense.
I love silly poems and twisty or twisted endings. So here are a few pieces of weirdness to whit your tangential.
Katrinka led séances
believed in the astral plane.
She talked to a stubborn man
all arguments in vain.
He said, "You're long on theory,
but sore lacking in fact,
and you're talking to the dead
is really just an act."
So she took her crystal ball
and hit him on the head.
Tried to knock sense in him,
but only struck him dead.
Instead of posing arguments
had he waved a white flag
he'd avoid the astral plane
which is lonely and a drag.
On the saltwater shores of the Salish Sea
once lived a mermaid named Molly McGee.
If inquisitive, you'd ask like me
"How did you wander from fair Dundee?"
"I got in tight with a gypsy Jinn
who magically moved me with kith and kin.
Thought never to see Scottish coast again.
No blustery North Sea.", she gave a grin
Wouldn't you know it the Fates took a hand
Said, "Molly, this isn't at all what we planned."
Then she found herself off the Gael headland
Heard floating tunes of a bagpipe band.
Which proves that Fates aren't fickle things—
they'll have what they want, you'll take what that brings.
You must abide their arrows and slings—
that goes for princes, mermaids, and kings.
Fruit of The Family Tree
It's coded in our DNA,
yes, deep within the genes;
sort of a birth defect,
with all that word means.
Mental illness runs in the family
no ifs, ands or buts.
The family tree must be hickory,
it sure is full of nuts.