a nikolas sighed in the brink of the gates
he was a worker on the pastures of aer lingus
and he took hold of the planes after they had flown
50 missions
(but later 55)
and he put them in the pastures
to graze on many grasses
and weeds
(and mustard)
and nikolas was a sad man because he was a lonely shepherd,
because all the hot womons do not like the smell
of grazing aeroplanes,
but one day,
miraculously,
he discovered a parfum
of the finest linens
and hemps
and vines that doth ensnare the earth
and he took this parfum
and he put it in a tube that was tall and narrow
and the parfum it had great forces bounding and binding and bridling it
together and it crawled up the tube
like a snail
in late spring
where the flowers bloom
and then nikolas stood atop the tube,
such that the liquid was squirted at him
with great vigour
and he languished in the languor,
amd became quite loquacious
and vociferous
and he did come upon the town
in dublin
where he did many a-shanty
in the town square, and the did
attract
many hot ones
and they smelled him and he smelled
of the earth
and it was good
for he
jigged and japed and gamboled
and they loved him
and he married one as his wife
and he had many children
and they all smelled of the earth
because of inheritance
of acquired characteristics
and it was good.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Nikolas the Lingus
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2 comments:
Lamarkian perfume?
How... surprising.
But it makes sense that the Irish airline Aer Lingus would use sheep-planes. Efficient!
P.S.: capillary action woo
It was all beautiful poetry and cool wordplay and stuff, and then science appeared, and it went from awesome to ALL CAPS AWESOME.
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