A fluffing, a puffing and a picking
Again, at
each other’s nose, eyes and ears;
Eagles
weaving their nests on white house stairs;
Dicing and
sticking, mining and whining.
A
fluffing, a puffing and a tweeting
Loud this
chorus: crocus, mucus, potus
Spins,
left to right, must center, to focus
Like those
dragonflies in the air; twerking...
Why all this fluffing, puffing and striking?
Adam’s
head keeps rolling upon Eve’s knees;
Sneaky,
sleazy snakes on US, full of fleas;
Scratching
and huffing Manu each morning.
Why the
fluffing and puffing in the feud;
Mixing and
fixing, failing and paling
Canning
news and muse, and brave guys dying;
Chutney
and curry goat on bush they stewed.
Fiery
sound-bytes Rush from beneath the tongue
Because,
abba tar shines on the white house
Caused
cuscus to hide under Lincoln's blouse;
Folks
Rushing and cussing all over town...
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© Paterika Hengreaves
(March 2014)
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Kia ora Paterika,
ReplyDeleteClever and so well hidden until I read through this a few times and it bloomed like a flower. Yes, much hysteria from the haves afraid of the have nots. Hope you are well.
Aroha,
Robb
good morning from Indonesia ! inally made time to catch up on your writings and wordsmithing.
ReplyDeleteI got a lot out of this poem byt sadly it reinforces the mamnu chips I have on my shoulder about people in high placesm and their relationships with others.
Long live Barack !
Bob