Oboes
& pink toes:
Cloyingly good —
Like string-cheese,
& false teeth,
Or cars with faux wood.
Prattled profusely,
Understood loosely,
Each plays a part.
One hits the right notes.
(generates, “Good quotes.”)
The other? A lark.
Pondering kittens
& warm winter mittens
Brings me a smile,
But counting old buttons
& eating bad mutton
Just ain’t my style.
Big talks,
With white chalk,
Are often ignored —
While broad strokes
For old folks
Hit the right chord.
Let’s drop this discussion
(like jabber-prone Prussians)
& start life a-new.
It’s well-worth a dew-drop,
Two coins or some pig slop,
To alter the view.
Who knows,
What God knows,
In Heaven above?
Where Oboes
With Pink Toes
Can both fall in Love.
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