I saw an old horse jockey
riding a carousel
and I asked him,
“Is it as it was?”
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The old jockey just smiled
a jockey smile, and said,
“This is as far as I ever got.”
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At his words,
the carousel
began its slow finish.
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And the old jockey
leaned back on his horse
and said,
“Whoa.”
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It was long thought
that adventure was
the spice of toast.
But that was in the
days before the
discovery of cinnamon.
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Eschew the old!
Embrace the new!
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All things are plausible!
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A chicken once said to me,
“George,” it said.
“Life is a joke, and
the punchline is
to get to the other side.”
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I nodded and considered
its words.
But the chicken
was not finished.
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“You will live to see the age of
thirty-nine.” said the chicken.
“But not a day more!”
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(He was wrong about that second part.
— And thank heavens — But what of the first?)
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Growing up, all of us kids
knew the stories of the
ghostly Lady in White.
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The Lady in White was said
to roam the woods near
our house and surprise hikers
by jumping out from behind
a tree and firing a
t-shirt gun at their head.
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As the legend goes, the hikers
would be found days later,
pale, hungry, shivering and
wearing a t-shirt that read:
“I got surprised by the Lady in White.”
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The Four F’s
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Say, pardner, have you been
wondering where you can
wrassle-up the best bowl
of canned Spaghetti-O’s
in the West?
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Well, Cowpoke,
quit yer stupid wonderin’,
because the answer lies at
the Chef Boyardee factory
in Milton, Pennsylvania!
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Guaranteed the farmin’est,
freshest, fra-sauciest
bowl of Spaghetti-O’s
this side of the Pecos.
Or my name isn’t George Raymond!
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And, hey —
when you get there,
be sure to tell ’em
George sent you.
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And if they ask you
who George is — tell ’em,
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“A beautiful, beautiful man.”
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Firewater65 has written a
poem in the spirit of Trefology.
And I, for one, am here to say,
“It’s about time somebody did.”
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Click here to read.
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Or here.
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But not here.
The Kingston Trio
never sang the verse
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“Where have all
the corn chips gone”
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because they knew
damn well where
they had gone.
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I bet few senators
were happy with
Caligula appointing a
horse as consul.
But, then — after a time,
I can easily see
them all
standing around
discussing hay.
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In my experience,
there are two kinds of
peanut brittle you
can buy at the store
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One comes in a can with
peanut brittle inside.
The other contains snakes.
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And you never know
which you’ll get.
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Once I got some peanut brittle
as a gift,
and thinking myself clever,
I gave it to my friend to open first.
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“Thank you,” she said.
Then she opened it,
and ate a piece.
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So I was about to take
a piece, too,
when snakes sprang
out of her mouth.
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Point of clarification
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The Frankincense
Monster
was not named
Frankincense.
That was just
what he
smelled like.
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Dad threatened
to pull over the
car if we didn’t
stop misbehaving.
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So we stopped misbehaving.
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And Dad, true to
his word, didn’t
pull over the car.
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Not even when we
passed our house.
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He just kept
driving and driving.
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“Always be true to your nature,”
said Dad, merging
onto the interstate.
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If I jumped out of
a plane and my
parachute failed
to deploy, the
first thing I’d
do is look
for a haystack.
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If no haystack
is forthcoming,
then I would look
for a pile of
old mattresses.
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If no pile of
old mattresses
is forthcoming,
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then I would
change tactics and
start looking
for somebody who
owes me money.
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If no one who
owes me money
is forthcoming,
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I suppose I
would just start
flapping my arms
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