Thursday, November 7, 2013


Battered tin trumpets are lovely to hear.
Pouring sweet melody into your ear.
Holding you captive to each awful note
With beauty like songs from a goat.

Rotten bananas are subtly charming
With pungent bouquets 'neath their odors alarming.
Just the cuisine for discerning elites
To bring forth their media bleats.

Whatever is lousy is tastefully chic.
Whatever is awful is tres magnifique.
Whatever destroys is really sublime.
Whatever is true is a crime. 


John said...

Thanks, I look forward to the next installment

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Thanks John. My pace isn't exactly frenetic, is it? Having kids will do that I guess!

rena said...

I also enjoy keeping up with your work.