Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Kind of slippy-slopey

Kind of slippy-slopey, like you have too many feet
for your worn-out shoes, and stickery-thorns in each big toe,
and when the wind comes up, and the rain sets in, down you go, friend,
down you go, muddy-hen with a crooked claw, where there ain’t no hope
and there ain’t no law, but the hand in the cloud and a smile so odd
it might be God, so let the old man in or we’ll all go sane,
and we cain’t tell where the hell we’ve been —
yep, that’s right, friend,
I said rain.


Jan said...

Still smiling after reading this wonderful...DR. Seuss like verse.
Wonderful writing, dear William...wonderful!!!

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Jan! Not sure what got into me this morning, but it looks like it got out again....