Hi Everybody! Wow - suddenly that sounded like I was at a telethon for some reason. Let's try this again.
If you're enjoying poetry and general laughter like this, and want to ensure that you can continue to enjoy the fine programming we at fatkidbiking want to deliver to you, then all it takes is a phone call and your pledge of support. You don't have to give a lot, but every dollar you give goes directly to help the Fat Kid waste a few minutes of your day with his lunacies.
Now who couldn't love something like that? See, it's like "Saving Skreetch's House" but better, because I'm not already famous. BUT YOU CAN GET ME THERE!!!!!! LOL
So glad my ego is in check today.
Anyway, let's have some poetry. after all, that's what this month is really all about. Well, and starting personal finance drives. It's like "The People Fund."
Sentinal Lions
Flowing manes, waving in the breeze
like the dry grasses of the steppe,
Revealing curled lip and unflinching eye,
a warning, perhaps, to those who might not be welcome.
A single paw raises,
setting atop a shield bearing no sigil.
Silently, they watch,
skin stretched tightly over ribs that can be counted,
haunches lean and lithe.
Ready to pounce at the first moment
when danger calls,
These two, my pets.
Motion captured in stone,
Forever greeting and warning both
Silent judges at the end of the drive.
Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid
1 comment:
I'd ask what you were huffing before sitting down to write the intro to this, but then I remember that's sort how you normally are. Probably explains how we're friends. I like the subject of this poem, though I'm wondering where the impulse sprang from. Where have you seen these things besides memory?
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