Of Silk and Cows Ears

[Erthona]

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Sometimes, when I am reading a poem
I feel as though I have been transported
into the tale of the Emperor’s New Clothes,
where I am forced to take a stand with either
the fools who see clothes when there are none,
or the ignorant innocent who see nothing.
Yet in this version the fools are much more
committed to making silk from cows ears,
and they appear not the least bit embarr-
assed to have a naked man prancing about—
undersized genitals waving in the breeze!




©2012 –Erthona

[Leanne]

A good workshop has clothes to spare, if "poets" are prepared to admit they need a bit of cover. Otherwise... well, I'm not in the business of fluffing either, let them stay small and silly

[billy]

that's a fine suit you're wearing sir, i can see your testicles in it

[Erthona]

It's always good when you're big enough to be seen!


Thanks for the read guys.

Dale

[billy]

i think i'm the captain of the fools team