Eat Some Beef, Throw a Stone

 
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Eat some beef, throw a stone,
Carry hay, gnaw a bone;
Something good will soon appear—
Isn’t everything quite clear?
 
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Apricots are turning ripe,
Whiskey’s in the water pipe,
Running cold and fast and free—
Will you have a drink with me?
 
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Pipers piped and dancers danced,
Horses horsed and prancers pranced;
Sensors sensed that all was clear—
It was just that time of year.
 
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Archaic is the padlock,
Archaic is the key,
Archaic is the gate post,
Archaic just like me!
 
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Shoulders, fingers, knees and toes—
What’s that tattoo on your nose?
Why’s it there, for pity’s sake?
It looks like a rattlesnake!

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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