Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
This is a response to "Invalid Entry" ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Me attitude 1. My teeth be rotting, yes. Wish I had a walnut shell to crack or break what's left. Thass right. It's me bloomin right to ruin me health and make ye pay. And ye will alright. Each time ye ask about me health I'll open wide me mouth and ye can see the dubh abscesses of me ivory caves. But don't come close! Me breath will knock ye out. 2. Me back be aching from the burdens I forgot to leave abandoned by the side of muddy roads. She rode me like a jack-ass to and fro. And I accepted servitude, but not without an attitude, a stubborn hem and haw. Now I beg for yer guffaws. Me back be yourn and smiles will wipe away me pain like rain. 3. Me mind be slippin. So, throw yer nanners at me feet (unmannerly as that mayhaps may seem). P'raps I fall far enough I'll find me brains. Scrambled, ham and cheese, green peppered omelette, taters on the side. Besides what's breakfast served at noon, if not too late or far too soon. Me mind be slippin out of time; it will not care. © Kåre Enga 2008 [164.554FTL] 2008-03-16 Okay ... so I just went with the flow. ![]() This is my 8th response for FTL. ** Image ID #1382532 Unavailable ** My previous entries: 1. "Crying children" ![]() 2. "Gone, fishing" ![]() 3. "How I behave around different people" ![]() ![]() 4. "Level 28 Blood Elf Hunter" ![]() 5. "Hobo stew" ![]() 6. "She wants to know if I'm lost" ![]() 7. "Thirteen ways of looking at a blank page" ![]() A second photo from last year's St. Paddy's parade: ![]() ![]() Kansas: still cold, still raining and greening up. |