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Wednesday, February 1, 2023

biscuit


by horace p sternwall




kenny had a biscuit
lenny had a dog
lenny’s dog stole kenny’s biscuit
and hid in a hollow log

kenny heard the hound chewing
and flew into a rage
he went to call on old man mose
and thus spoke the sage

cats were born to whistle
snakes were born to moan
possums were born to talk all night
on the telephone

buzzards were born to laugh
badgers were born to pray
dogs were born to read the bible
they all lost their way

everything is all mixed up
everyone is a sinner
call anybody what you want
but don’t call me late for dinner

the wise man’s words rolled over ken
like a turnip off a plate
the road runs on forever
but the moon sits up straight



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