OH HARK 25
"Biting your nails will take you nowhere, you trickster
Mind you, I know how to deal with these shenanigans, mister
This is neither stage pathos, nor theatrical sublimity
Just a case of sheer absurdity
You thought you would fool us with your ketchup smeared figure
But alas, I pity your intelligence meagre."
Thumping a fist in the air the poet yelled ," seize the day."
The crestfallen man towards the door huffed and puffed his way.
"No, I am not trying to be unkind
But you have left one of your three chins behind."
The poet quipped in self congratulatory mirth.
"Anyway,do not mourn its loss , have faith in rebirth."
An involuntary hand went to his three chins.
The drummer and the poet tried to hide their grins.
"Oh do not worry , I was just pulling a fast one.
Now scoot away, or do you want me to use my gun?"
With a hand on his chins, towards the door he again skittered
Ignoring the drummer who behind him tittered.
Soon he was out of the room, his chins shimmying too much.
Mocked the poet" now go on a starvation diet and such."
"I hope he does not come back",to the window the drummer raced.
And peered from behind the florid curtains laced.
Into the dense forest the man hobbled away
His hand still on his chins, which alas, no longer did sway.
The drummer turned , looking covetously at the ouija board
"Ouch", he said , his eyes falling on the toad who sat on the board.
The poet retorted , "those weird women have left behind a mole!"
Exclaimed the drummer,"how droll, how can a toad be a mole?"
"Oh nincompoop ,it was just a tongue in cheek remark.
Do not waste time, let us now on our journey embark."
"But may I take this board?" , the drummer pleaded .
The poet , slumped on the bed ,alas , his pleas went unheeded.
At the drummer the toad stared with unrelenting eyes
Not budging an inch from the ouija board, huge its size.
"May I spray pepper spray on it, I have it under my shawl?"
"Come on move, the shades of the evening have begun to fall."
At the poet's order a smile crept across the girl's lips.
The drummer sill stood admiring the board, hands on hips .
The threesome now towards the door headed .
Reluctant was the drummer, in his mind, the board embedded.
The trees looked like tired ghosts about to collapse to the ground.
Unheard went the music of the cicadas in the background.
As they lumbered on, a lone glowworm shone with curiosity
And a dog barked in the distance with canine ferocity.
The girl clutched the poet's arm, eyes rounded in fear stark.
As, from deep in the forest came the beating of drums, oh hark.
Was a magician about to unleash black magic in the dark?
The drummer stood erect like a conscientious exclamation mark.
Mind you, I know how to deal with these shenanigans, mister
This is neither stage pathos, nor theatrical sublimity
Just a case of sheer absurdity
You thought you would fool us with your ketchup smeared figure
But alas, I pity your intelligence meagre."
Thumping a fist in the air the poet yelled ," seize the day."
The crestfallen man towards the door huffed and puffed his way.
"No, I am not trying to be unkind
But you have left one of your three chins behind."
The poet quipped in self congratulatory mirth.
"Anyway,do not mourn its loss , have faith in rebirth."
An involuntary hand went to his three chins.
The drummer and the poet tried to hide their grins.
"Oh do not worry , I was just pulling a fast one.
Now scoot away, or do you want me to use my gun?"
With a hand on his chins, towards the door he again skittered
Ignoring the drummer who behind him tittered.
Soon he was out of the room, his chins shimmying too much.
Mocked the poet" now go on a starvation diet and such."
"I hope he does not come back",to the window the drummer raced.
And peered from behind the florid curtains laced.
Into the dense forest the man hobbled away
His hand still on his chins, which alas, no longer did sway.
The drummer turned , looking covetously at the ouija board
"Ouch", he said , his eyes falling on the toad who sat on the board.
The poet retorted , "those weird women have left behind a mole!"
Exclaimed the drummer,"how droll, how can a toad be a mole?"
"Oh nincompoop ,it was just a tongue in cheek remark.
Do not waste time, let us now on our journey embark."
"But may I take this board?" , the drummer pleaded .
The poet , slumped on the bed ,alas , his pleas went unheeded.
At the drummer the toad stared with unrelenting eyes
Not budging an inch from the ouija board, huge its size.
"May I spray pepper spray on it, I have it under my shawl?"
"Come on move, the shades of the evening have begun to fall."
At the poet's order a smile crept across the girl's lips.
The drummer sill stood admiring the board, hands on hips .
The threesome now towards the door headed .
Reluctant was the drummer, in his mind, the board embedded.
The trees looked like tired ghosts about to collapse to the ground.
Unheard went the music of the cicadas in the background.
As they lumbered on, a lone glowworm shone with curiosity
And a dog barked in the distance with canine ferocity.
The girl clutched the poet's arm, eyes rounded in fear stark.
As, from deep in the forest came the beating of drums, oh hark.
Was a magician about to unleash black magic in the dark?
The drummer stood erect like a conscientious exclamation mark.
I love how you continue the rhythm and continue to move us forward through the story, adding more colorful details as you go! I love so many lines and images...Some of my favorites: the shades of the evening have begun to fall, the trees looked like tired ghosts, a lone glowworm shone with curiosity, the drummer stood erect like a conscientious exclamation mark... all wonderful and so visual!!!!
ReplyDeleteEvery character takes me on a flight of seeping glimpses in the cloud of swaying memories of stories, poems and of life itself with its fears and contradictions and hope - Great Santosh
ReplyDeleteReally enjoying this, let it continue.
ReplyDeleteI agree with what Lisa and Lalit say.
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