Save Thy Earth!
A bare yellow body with black polka dots stumped urs truly with a question. She stared long and hard waving a brown bag, waiting to see if I had anything phenomenal to offer. A quick “Umm..Actually I am tied up with some work. I will get back to you soon enough” was all I could come up with. Sure enough I was tied up with so much work, corrosive fumes effusing out of metal parts. Metal clamping metal barely managing to stay on the ground and blowing out lots of big, black ugly smoke. I was making my way towards the pale, blue bike standing silently smiling the smile of a satisfied criminal.
A trip down memory lane and I remembered idyllic walks through green meadows where pale yellow flowers bloomed. I still loved the reflection staring back at me from that clear stream. I had traded all of that for this black smoke looming in front of me? And what about those extra pounds around the waist?
Now the blue bike did not seem so cunning. I could still have the last laugh! I trundled him alongside me, me the master and he obeying me. A dark, gloomy shed was going to be his haven and he deserved it. So I woke up the next morning a really refreshed, a rejuvenated soul and took a walk to the land of bosses. A chirpy good morning left my lips.
“So early?” asked he.
“I just walked in” said I.
“Oh. Why is the bike sick” he asked.
“Umm..sort of. For life! He has been institutionalized.” said I.
“Oh! Weight reduction?” he questioned in turn.
A slow sarcastic smile left my lips.
He blew smoke as he went singing all the way,
She tried telling him how it was all wrong,
He paid no heed to her words and her wise say,
And so look where his deeds left him, humming a sad song.
A gloomy place bustling with lots of white and some green
A device over his nose, wires all over,
She stood leaning and watching from behind the glass, far from serene
As he struggled to breathe his last, her beloved lover!
I have done a really wee bit and now it is for them to decide if I can do more. Maybe Griz and Gif will have a lot to say about this!
A trip down memory lane and I remembered idyllic walks through green meadows where pale yellow flowers bloomed. I still loved the reflection staring back at me from that clear stream. I had traded all of that for this black smoke looming in front of me? And what about those extra pounds around the waist?
Now the blue bike did not seem so cunning. I could still have the last laugh! I trundled him alongside me, me the master and he obeying me. A dark, gloomy shed was going to be his haven and he deserved it. So I woke up the next morning a really refreshed, a rejuvenated soul and took a walk to the land of bosses. A chirpy good morning left my lips.
“So early?” asked he.
“I just walked in” said I.
“Oh. Why is the bike sick” he asked.
“Umm..sort of. For life! He has been institutionalized.” said I.
“Oh! Weight reduction?” he questioned in turn.
A slow sarcastic smile left my lips.
He blew smoke as he went singing all the way,
She tried telling him how it was all wrong,
He paid no heed to her words and her wise say,
And so look where his deeds left him, humming a sad song.
A gloomy place bustling with lots of white and some green
A device over his nose, wires all over,
She stood leaning and watching from behind the glass, far from serene
As he struggled to breathe his last, her beloved lover!
I have done a really wee bit and now it is for them to decide if I can do more. Maybe Griz and Gif will have a lot to say about this!
posted by OtherHalf at 4:02 PM
2 Comments:
Cool, it is quite a bit!
Clap, clap!
Gif
Religious reader of my blog, a la dear gif! I have really stopped trying to make the poor blue bike stay on the ground and have started making use of those two left feet! Let us see for how long the resolve lasts though!
--Suzy
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