![]() Strange encounter of the third kindA Poem by Woody![]() Some 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
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13 Reviews Added on March 29, 2014 Last Updated on July 17, 2014 Tags: fun humour nothing serious Author![]() WoodyMateur, Bizerte, TunisiaAboutok, time for an update I think. my old friends have come to know me pretty well, I trust so this is for the new comers. I'm a Tunisian 60-year-old teacher-cum-translator, book worm who enjoys writing.. more..Writing
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