72 Miles From The Sea

Wednesday, 5 January 2022

If when forced to make a detour

You are content to enjoy the scenery

Then congratulations are in order

You are without doubt truly happy

Epiphany is described in the lexicon

Simply as a divine manifestation

But when she disrobed before me

It was a Magnificent Divest-ion

The world has become a bleaker place

And it will never be a safe world again

Death can be delivered unseen from above

I wish I could uninvent the Aeroplane

If scientists were ever to achieve success

In a cross breeding in which they would exult,

Between a rabbit’s foot and some poison ivy

Then a rash of good luck would be the result

Foghorn Leghorn the Cockerel

Is happy to be the farmyard hick

Not through a lack of ambition

But he’s never short of a hot chick

All the Rabbits in the field

Backed away from Farmer Kline

This strange phenomenon

Is known as a receding hareline

“Don’t pick up hitchhikers”

I was told “don’t do it ever”

Unless of course it was you

Who actually ran them over