Strange encounter of the third kindA Poem by WoodySome of the encounters we make can mark us for life.She pushed the door
to her regular bar And eagerly mounted a
stool No one around; she’s
the quickest by far No, she’s not a
drunk; don’t be a fool
She rapped on the bar,
licking her lips And started to flap
like a caught trout She couldn’t sit
still, she wriggled her hips And opened her mouth,
intendin’ to shout
When out came a
horse, napkin in hoof Greeting the girl
while wiping a wineglass “What will it be? I
have no time to goof”, Whinnied the horse
and swished his tail with class
The girl opened her
mouth and shook like a leaf Her eyes like
saucers, blood drained from her face She slid from the
stool, backtracked like a thief And stammered: “has
the cow sold this place?” © 2014 WoodyFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
567 Views
13 Reviews Added on March 29, 2014 Last Updated on July 17, 2014 |

Flag Writing