Composting and
Decomposting
by Jerry Robbins
I thought some
idea to impart
But before I could get a start
My eye would not keep its place
But promptly fell off my face
Maybe a cup of coffee would glue
The parts that want to say adieu
But when I went to get a drink
My foot fell off my leg, aplink
I sat down delicately on my duff
Before something else fell off
I did not figure thus
That I would so soon combust
I leaned hard upon the desk
Which forced my elbow to wrest
Itself from my torso top
Which promptly joined my foot, aplop
I took pen in hand to write
But worse then became my plight
As fingers on my one good hand
Rudely away took flight
I rested my head on
What was left of my hand
And was about to stand
When foot two went awry
Pondering, I did not know why
At least I have my ears, thought I
And reaching up to check them out
I landed a loosening blow
Upon my now endangered snout
Which forsooth forsook my face
Leaving a blank where my smeller
sat
A hole big enough to house a cat
(Don't even try to picture that!)
Not giving up to decay
I decided to have a share
With my Creator up high, O Vey
Who is supposed to care, they say
But promptly kneeling down to pray
My left leg abruptly gave away
Leaving me awkwardly tottering
Even as I was quietly muttering
"Lord, I am quite dismayed
But I'm not looking for any trouble
I cannot throw a respectful punch at You
With this boney pile of rubble."
A long pause ensued
No lightning bolts from on high
I studied the ground beneath
What will God now bequeath?
And as I was trying to hold that thought
My mind became more wrought
As moving slowly toward dread
All Its synapses it did shed
But I am none the worse for this
For while my brain has gone amiss
I would raise my arm the future to
foretell
But, alas, that has fallen off, as well. |
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