Fool would drive to 37th milestone
Dog in tow, for 5am sunshow
Disembarking there he would adorn
Dog and Fool, with blindfold of wool
Both then would proceed without caution
To netherside, across black tide
Once there they would open to all
Dog his throat, Fool his coat
A minute thence would start real business
Pluck weed, pluck flower, pluck root
Till 60th minute don't rest pluck pluck all
Mmm! plenty, plenty, today's bounty
Satisfied they would play game of "Statue"
Dog "Statue!", Fool "Statue!"
Game would end on fly-past of them gnats
Relief, but belief
Business then would be to pack bags
With weed, with flower, with root
Standing there Fool would adorn
Dog and Fool, with blindfold of wool
Both then would proceed without caution
To hitherside, across black tide
Fool would drive to 38th milestone
Make U-turn, to return
At home all through remaining day
Set weed flower root, on door shower and boot
This they did till Fool's 81st year
Why? But why? They had asked Fool and Dog
I can't say, he would say
Fool with this peculiar habit
This they did till Fool's 81st year
On his deathbed, he died
Dog without pause continued these duties
Not for duty, not for respect
This Dog did till Dog's 96th year
The longest ever dog, the solemost cog
On Dog's deathbed they asked But Why?
I can't say, he said
"But atleast I learnt to drive"
Monday, March 12, 2007
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2 comments:
Something about this poem is very enchanting, it tugs at you in playful banter but is directing you to something bigger,
Keep going, you have a voice that is uniquely positioned by virtue of your wit and the wise way in which you weave it into your poetry.
Good words.
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