It Really Wasn’t Intentional at ALL

I was riding on my bike
and a voice cried out to me
“please help us, we are hanging from this tree!”
I quickly turned around
and what did I see?
Two little cute oranges giving a wink
saying ” Come have a bite of me.”
( sounds a little like the Garden of Eden)
I took a step closer
It was step of disbelief
with a sigh of relief
to know I wasn’t crazy
they were really talking to me
(I mean they could have been talking to someone else)
“Okay,” I said, let’s get down to business. What do you want me to do ?”
“Just reach up and put us in your pack. We want to go to your house and take a little nap”

So I did.

I just got talked into it

but it really wasn’t intentional at ALL.

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1 Response to It Really Wasn’t Intentional at ALL

  1. Me says:

    Just in case you don’t know… my lovely wife is really living out Christopher Morley’s poem:

    The greatest poem ever known
    Is one all poets have outgrown:
    The poetry, innate, untold
    Of being only four years old.

    Still young enough to be a part
    Of Nature’s great impulsive heart,
    Born comrade of bird, beast and tree
    And unselfconscious as the bee—

    And yet with lovely reason skilled
    Each day new paradise to build
    Elate explorer of each sense,
    Without dismay, without pretense!

    In your unstained transparent eyes
    There is no conscience, no surprise:
    Life’s queer conundrums you accept,
    Your strange Divinity still kept.…

    And Life, that sets all things in rhyme,
    May make you poet, too, in time—
    But there were days, O tender elf,
    When you were Poetry itself!

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