Showing posts with label poems about little old Chinese men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems about little old Chinese men. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Matthew's Sunsplashed Goodtimes Orchestra (Of The Night)

It consists of nothing but tiny violins, playing emphatically for this guy:

Rapist would rather die than be raped

Hold on - let me dry my eyes.

Okay, all better.

Let's have a picture, then. How about trees in the fog? This is just outside of Angelus Oaks.



I like that image so much, I think I'll add a poem. I wrote it quite a few years ago but sometimes I remember it and have a chuckle.

Little Old Chinese Man and Puppy

Little puppy in the street
You better peel your eyes
If you get hit you’ll be a treat
For maggots ants and flies

You make me nervous, bite my nails
Darting out! And darting back
And then you dum-dum, chase your tail
And give me heart attack

There it goes! A bouncy-ball
And there you go, a yipping-yapping
The driver swerve to miss you all
And me in my pants crapping

You’re just a puppy, stupid pup
And me a grown up man
You go poop then eat it up
Watch out for that van!

Now you lay down on the road
And I run out like schmuck
You just watching horny toad
And I get hit by truck