Sunday, February 06, 2005
The Marker of Graves
The marker of graves
Sings songs by the Beatles
And remarks upon the weather
The manager of letters
Winds down
With a little Bach
The cleaner of windows
Writes his memoirs
Life is a Chamois Leather
The catcher of dogs
Puts her feet up
In the churchyard
And examines her sandwich
For bugs
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A good one, Roger... I liked that.... the bugs bit is a fine finish...
Thank you. I'm not sure what any of it means, though. I found it in my notebook.
Its a bit like one of them dreams you have that doesnt seem to make any sense until you start to pick away at it with a gimlet.
Good point! I'll just go and fetch my gimlet.
Reminds me of that film, Gimlet Goes Hawaiian.
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