#263
Pun-ish-ment
Just as I was going under,
Sitting in the Dentist's chair,
I saw a black ant walking towards me:
"Wonderland," I thought, "I'm there."
Then the Dentist needled me,
And I could not see to see.*
*With apologies to Emily D and Dr.
Brents, both of whom I like very much.
#212
Surprise
Emily knew the feeling,
Walking all alone,
When she met a serpent:
Zero at the bone.
Emily wrote that
"Fame is a bee.
It has a song--
It has a sting--
Ah, too, it has
a wing."
Delightful, poignant. It occurred to me that fame might be defined using another entomological image, one that may be somewhat delightful, but probably not poignant:
Fame is a flea.
It has a poem--
It has a bite--
Ah, but, it has
no flight.
