The Old Woman and the Sea
I charted my course
with a sure, steady hand
for the mecca of choice
in consumer demand.
In my sleek, sexy sloop
(a wonky wheeled cart)
I sailed to the chain of aisles
known as Wal-Mart.
So treacherous, the tide
put my craft through her paces
I cast my net wide
for yellow, smiley faces.
When, off the port side
a curious sound
captured my ear
had me tacking around.
I cannot believe
no, I have to be wrong
I could swear I perceive
the sound of wail-song.
Their calls were quite jarring
so piercing and clear
and seemed to surround me
the sound was so near.
They came fast, into view
off the starboard bow
a pod of five calves
and three mature cows.
With their clicking and chatter
wailing and moans;
it shot straight up my spine
and 'shivered me bones'.
All, blowing and puffing
they passed on, to their goal;
spouting eight different songs
from eight separate blow holes.
I quickly grabbed on
to the sides of my sloop
and braced for the swell
the bob and the swoop.
(And the lingering smell
of diapers with poop.)
Seems, they were hot on the trail
hunting carb-laden starches
and quickly dove under
the big, Golden Arches.





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