L'aura del Campo

Blue Socks.

Blue socks

         with apologies to Mavis Moog

Do you know where my blue socks sweat?
Have you seen my boots or my butterfly net?

Can I help you later; can you help me now?
I'm lost on vacation (can't find the milk cow).

Do you know where my pants crawled? Could you iron my shirt?
Is lunch already ready? Do you have time to flirt?

'Cuz my day is empty and I'm bored to tears.
And I miss my blue socks; I have nothing to wear.

© Kåre Enga

[164.153] 2007-07-30

A fantasy based on blog entry: "Invalid Entry"  from our own magnificent Mavis Moog

THOUGHTS:

I went perusing through old blog entries to save-and-delete one so I could do an entry. I found two old poems in January 2006 entries that I made separate ratable items: "Drugs sold here"  and "Sorting task" .

I can post more items now. I'm going to start organizing my 'stuff' in more logical folders. For instance, I want to do some political commentary I call "The Chronicles of Kings". My first will be a letter from King George I (Washington) to Queen Martha (Washington) about King George III (Bush-the-son). It's an idea that could be a lot of fun.

IMAGES:

Gold ornaments, the dying leaves of a birch tree; yellow willow minnows flashing in the grass; one red spot among the brown needles of the pine, a ladybug; green pineapple cones attached, brown old ones scattered on the ground; the buzz of one cicada; a wave of cattails defining grace.

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