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"Horatio" <qwerty_h@hotmail.com> wrote in message news:<hastb.11721$IR1.8735@news01.roc.ny>...
> Panda and the Dragon
>
> Fridays are no good for dragon slaying:
> First there's weeding -
> weaving fingers through the soil
> and cabbage roots until the worms
> come wiggling up and dangle,
> flop into the coffee can for Sunday's fishing.
>
> Then the dogs, wheezing through
> another hazy afternoon, letting
> chops flow over paws until
> they spill onto the packed earth
> of the kennel - they need to chomp
> and test the eye-rings of their tethers
> lest their knees grow brittle
> or the leather of their collars crack.
>
> Still there's Friday evening
> cocoa, spooned from pan to
> mug before it skins, and an afghan
> blanket pulled up tight to chin,
> balancing a tin of popcorn
> for the 'Friday Mystery Theatre'.
>
>
> Saturday's the day
> to fetch the wombat armor,
> cleave a thistle sword
> and march -
> past fields of loosestrife,
> over shallow hills of clover,
> down the ditch to where
> the rusting graves of Ford DeSotos
> pile, crowding lichened banks
> of Guaryumpoo River.
>
> The brace of cold against
> a bare-knee'd fording
> or the slimey muck that oozes
> through the toes make
> a teasing case for stopping
> or exploring, but large-mouth
> river pike or lampreys
> like the meaty taste of
> trawling legs, so it's a game
> of hopping turtle-stones across.
>
> Hidden in the Bumpkoo Mountains
> on the way to Hawk's Nest pass
> there are caves with scaly Basilisks
> to guard the nests of smokey quartz.
>
> And how much farther still
> to the rippled basalt plains,
> polished smooth with
> bone-ash, piled high with charcoal
> armor graves - and dragons playing?
>
> Maybe just a peek into the flannel
> kerchief knapsack where two
> peanut butter and banana sandwiches
> are wrapped in eucalyptus leaves,
> or maybe just a draught of bug juice -
> after all it's hot -
> and nothing beats a mid-day nap.
>
> To the distant haunting of the Walrog's
> baying moan and before the gremlin
> clouds chew up the moon, Panda
> double-tamps her padded feet
> in staccatto rhythm to her heart
> until she's reached the cobbled
> pathway to her cottage home.
>
> Anyway, tomorrow is a better day
> for dragon slaying.
>
>
>
> -H

This could have been written for children,
but why anyone would want to bore them so
is beyond me.

R.F.