s Muthu Pochi has been in around for sometime in my mind as a muse… she does occasionally get into trouble and seeks my advice- she, I must admit, is a special friend of mine- say a mental live in, usually bubbling with energy, and an inspiration for many a good and bad poem- written in haste and hate from time to time… and sometimes illustrated with the other female in my life, besides my wife, that and obviously, Ms Mary, Maria Juanita y Cannabis Indica!
My muse has a male live in at her home- allegedly, her husband alias gander a.k.a. Georgie- Porgy!
I am more than a little concerned about her, she was not sounding normal for the last few days. I called her up and asked- she said the loose gander was mad at her- and boy! Was he nursing a grouse!
And my poems suffered quite a lot… Muthu has a long sulking (alleged) husband! My muse fed on her gander’s grouse, she would never be any use as a muse… my mind was in ones and twos! The don’ts over-rode the do’s in this case- like I let you on to Ms Muthu Pochi…
Sorry the cat is NOT out of the bag, as long as Maria and my wife do not come to know of this- in that order!
But then I am reckless, always eager to guarantee satisfaction…
Cheer up Ms Muthu Pochi!
Let the festivities begin, while people drool- at thoughts of sin- you and I are well nigh living in like mice in a house…
The cheese tin rolls, for opinionated polls and the cat calls…
Heck!
I asked her to cheer up- but she forbade- unethical she said, but the sulk of her favorite hulk hung too heavy on her mind... Chief Long Face really has a sentiment to grind- the axe effect seemed perfect!
Olé Chief! M Chief Long Face Sulks alone His mood has sunk His wigwam Has shrunk His devoted squaw Is pretty afraid Of domestic law And of course- Chief LF’s paw! She made him tea As you can see The Chief denied And Squaw sighed Until a flea Dropped in Chief Long Face Sipped his flea tea And his squaw Squealed at what she saw Said Chief Long Face "Cut that scream I want some cream... Fleas are better When white And of little might!" So the squaw Being afraid of the Law Milked the mare And fed the flea raw Mare’s milk The Chief just squawked He cut off the poor squaw’s lock With his tomahawk And the squaw Bit the Chief’s paw The wigwam shook A little time it took Chief Long Face Began the race The Chief’s Special Squaw Had the Tomahawk in her paw! It must be said The long face was red The chase was short You could hear the Squaw’s snort Was worse than the Chief’s grimace In the wigwam base The story of the Long Face Would not so soon end Now, there is more To the legend! |
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