Silliness
Posted: April 21st, 2009 | Filed under: Pop Culture | 7 Comments »
The Horse Not Taken
Two horses trotted at Aqueduct
And sorry I could not bet on both
And be one gambler, I did deconstruct
Watched as Marquise unhappily bucked
And the jockey spoke an unholy oath
Then watched Marengo stop and stare
At the wire as if taking dead aim
He seemed to neigh a silent prayer
Though, sadly, there were no roses there
This was a race for horses to claim
And both that morning equally lay
At odds of Seventeen to One
Oh I saved Marquis for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever see him run
I shall be telling this to my money guy
And also to his muscle man goon
Two horses at Aqueduct, And I –
I took the one I thought would try
And I promise I’ll get your money soon
.
Awesome.
Do it with Gary Snyder’s “Marriage” now.
So you figured out the end of that poem, huh?
Joe – You are an amazing person but poetry is mostly lost on me. So, don’t quit your day job. (Which to me seems like your all-day job, as in 24 freakin’ hours!)
The Road Taken in a Wheelchair
“Oh please,” said I, “Go easy, now,
Not in the knees with that baseball bat!”
“Can’t we negotiate when and how?
And how much vigorish the law will al — OW! . . .”
— But I owed him the dough, and that was that.
I shall be telling this in my way,
From the damned wheelchair, ages hence:
Two horses stood in the paddock that day,
I picked the one who wouldn’t run.
And that has made all the difference.