Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The sun was shining on the sea, shining with all his might: He did his very best

to make

the billows smooth and bright--

And this was odd, because it was the middle of the night.


The sea was wet as wet could be,


The sands were dry as dry.



The time has come, the walrus said, to speak of many things:


Of shoes--


And ships--


And sealing wax, and cabbages and kings -- and why the sea is boiling hot --

And whether pigs have wings.


But answer came there none --

--And this was scarcely odd, because they'd eaten every one.











It's been interesting weather -- now colder than a witch's kiss, now a warm as a sweet lassie's smile,

But….. 

There are times when one just wants to have fun with things and not relate the latest scooter adventure.


What can I say?

13 comments:

  1. What can you say? I think you said it quite well.

    Cycle content there was none,
    Pigs, we wish, had wings,
    Could get us back our ceiling wax,
    And fetch us many things.

    :)

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    1. Cycle content's just the stuff that often leads astray,
      those pigs we wish the wings they had,
      to fetch us many things,
      alas clean ceiling wax's just not one of those things.

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    2. Pish, tosh,
      Led astray is wonderfully fine,
      especially from two wheels,
      set it down and start it up,
      to see whereall we will.

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  2. You can write about non-scooter things all you like. Remember: It's your blog and you can write whatever you want...

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    1. Martha…. I keep telling my BRW just that, yet she still seems to maintain the ability to edit.

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  3. And fun it was indeed.

    I like quirky eclectic mixes of photographs and poetry. It shows our human sides.

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  4. Mike is human, but one with an uncanny ability to discover great coffee, good food, and interesting atmosphere. Keep on with scooter adventures!

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    1. I think he finds those things out of a desparate attempt to mask his chicken scratch reading skills he calls directions on his bungee line. Either way, the outcome is good. :)

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    2. They are NOT chicken scratches! The Association of Competent and Complete Chicken Scratches has diligently studied my directional writing and has disavowed any similarity with anything Chicken Produced.

      I'm now looking into frog hieroglyphics. I think there's a relationship there.

      Ciao. Mike.

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    3. Thanks Tom…. And, in tribute, I found a new one in Sanford…. with a great one-hour rambling ride to get to that wonderful town (which is only 30-minutes away). Let's do it early next week.

      Ciao. Mike.

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  5. Mike:

    I am in awe of your abilities. I thought you were the "boss" but you are smart to let BRW think she is

    " Mike is human, but one with an uncanny ability to discover great coffee, good food, and interesting atmosphere. Keep on with scooter adventures!"

    can't wait to sample some of these firsthand

    bob
    Riding the Wet Coast
    My Flickr // My YouTube


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