it’s quite humorous to me that I’ve traveled the same type path to which monks, holy persons, etc. have devoted lifetimes of ritual and rigorous adherence. I say again, no ritual is necessary; but a pattern seems to have been established. the outcome depends upon individual intent and purpose. it’s not for me to decide who is culled and who is not. my purpose was to unlock something which heretofore was unavailable to the general population. I’m relieved to realize the events in my life have proved worthy, though I have no physical proof to show the world. no matter; I have no wish for accolades. the knowing is enough.
PIGGY, PIGGY
SNIT SNOOT SNOUT!
MAMMA'S PIGS BROKE OUT!
One went East!
One went West!
The third one ate
a hornet's nest!
The other three
(for there were six)
built a house
of mud and bricks!
SNIT SNOOT SNOUT!
MAMMA'S PIGS BROKE OUT!
GROON GRAN GRIN!!
BRING THEM IN AGAIN!!
SILLY PILLY!
FIE on the pie that makes me fat!
FIE on the cat who won't go scat!
FIE on the pooper that fills my scooper!
FIE on the puppy that foofered the pooper!
FIE on the guy who won't use a scooper!
And to the people who read this silly poem,
FIE ON YOU!
Who can see the toucan?
One and Two can.
Who can dance the can-can?
Susie Cann can.
One was plump; the other, thin.
Said Dolly Dim to Polly Prim,
"I think you have such funny skin."
Said Polly Prim to Dolly Dim,
"BLPZZZBLPZZZBLPZZZ!!!"
Hey, you're OK. I don't care what they may have said about you in a previous life.
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