Boldly Going Nowhere
Bret Burquest

The Only Moving Thing

Posted Saturday, October 23, 2010, at 11:55 AM
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  • Apparently you're too technically minded Bret. This is, after all poetry, which is again, after all - reduction.

    This'd gotten you an "A."

    A whistling blackbird flew over Connecticut headed South

    the blackbird'd noticed the mountains north were getting snow and autumn winds being autumn winds innuendo'ed "Well, maybe Acapulco"

    Getting kinda hungry the blackbird decided to pantomine a pigeon

    Encountering a couple of humans it didn't take long for the blackbird to recognize no matter how involved he [the blackbird] was involved, the humans weren't offering popcorn...

    ...and so the blackbird flew south escaping the cold and snowy mountains.

    The blackbird sat in the snowy cedar limbs of Arkansas.

    And adequately equipaged, the nine-years old Daisy-armed BB toter of Arkansas saved the Mexican Consulate from petitioning the UN for permission to beg the Brazilians for a log from their Amazonian rainforest. And the US didn't have to beg clemency.

    Call me "Reptilian" but 'splainin' poetry needn't be so wordy.

    -- Posted by HDucker on Sat, Oct 23, 2010, at 11:45 PM
  • Oh, I see -- now it all makes sense.

    -- Posted by Bret Burquest on Sun, Oct 24, 2010, at 11:36 PM
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