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Thursday, November 20, 2008

I'll be going hunting...

In the morning, I shall be crawling among the rushes of a nearby golf course, setting traps with Horatio the Mute for my latest addition to the menagerie.

For this particular beast, I have designed floating traps that look much like lily pads. When an animal lands upon the lily that triggers the particular foodstuff mechanism, the lily petals curl shut, trapping the creature.

My bait? Pickles wrapped in bad haiku.

tomorrow i go
hunting hunting for bad poetry bats
that eat pickled verse


Michelle Muenzler said...

If you haven't caught a bad poetry bat yet, I know some people who say pickled cauliflower works better. Also, did you make your bad haiku at home or pick up some online? That can make a huge difference in quality. From what I hear.

Anonymous said...

This is like a postmodern version of Seuss's "If I Ran The Zoo."

J m mcdermott said...

Michelle, you are absolutely correct. I should have not composed my own pickled verse, but turned to the internet.

Also, I smell like pickles and wet fertilizer now, and all for nothing!