Vignette


I sliced up a little vignette,
served it with a nice vinaigrette.
I must say, it was tasty.

Blowing baritone from a barrette,
it turned into a pirouette.
Sexy, but a bit pasty.

I beat this dead mule for days,
but he just lay there.
No more brays...

Worked and reworked the manuscript,
but the editing was so bad,
I got no praise.

Decided to commit sewer pipe,
but couldn't find my keys.

Put a cell phone to my ear,
and accomplished it with ease.

While I'm shooting the breeze,
how about a little bullshit,
while this thought I cease?

The day in perfect harmony,
spinning this twisted homily,
no one to appease.

Time to drop out, tune in,
and float downstream,
to contemplate my knees.


 





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