Mr. Stubs
wrote his words
in lead then
erased them
vigorously
with his head.
introducing
The Writings of
Evets Retsof
with Images
from his
Misspent
Youth.
Mr. Stubs
wrote his words
in lead then
erased them
vigorously
with his head.
At the top of the cake
stood Jill & Jake.
One was the Bride
the other a snake.
The Snake could
not hug,
Nor could he run,
Slither he could-
and lay in the Sun.
If you marry a snake
There’ll be things
you can’t do, Like
dancing the Mumba,
Or duets on a Kazoo.
But id rather marry a frog
Or even a dog.
At least it could bark, and
walk in the park.
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What if he got loose,
Like some wandering moose. Say, maybe on a plane.
That’d be a pain.
who’s ever heard
of snakes on a plane?
So you better get real.
An Armadillo with a Pillow
would be a better deal.
I fought a big word earlier today.
A lot of syllables swang my way.
It romped and stomped my tender brain,
And laughed when I warbled it’s name.
It rolled from my tongue with such a fuss,
I reached for my Trusty Thesaurus.
The word was not “apple” “pear” or “tree”
It was the dreaded… “idiosyncrasy.”
It could have been much worse you see,
It could have been, “oesohpagoscopy.”
Runaway Sock
The chickens in my head go “Bok, bok bok.”
I’m looking in the dryer for that Runaway Sock.
Why do socks leave in the middle of the night?
Is it boredom, claustraphobia or simple fright?
Is it the smell of feet at the end of the day?
I wouldn’t be a sock Ever. Totally no way!
So why does one Sock leave and not the other?
Are they jealous of one another?
Maybe there should be three instead of two,
A backup in case one gets the flu.
You could give a trophy to the Socks that stay
Get em all together and let them play.
They’ll pair off evenly, and you will get
The most oddly paired socks so far yet.
The Bok Boks say it’s time for bed
Gotta put the chickens
back in their stead.
And there on the pillow
lies a bit of a shock,
Yep, it’s that stinking , unthinking Runaway Sock,
from The Dragon &The Wren
For at one time,
the Dragon knew
of high Clouds, and
the wind he drew -
Above the mountains
he’d go stronger and stronger.....
Now, the sky that once was
his friend .......... is his friend no longer.
The Dragon FORGOT!
He forgot how to fly.
His memory was gone,
it went by and by.
he simply forgot...
just forgot. . . how to fly.
" My oh my, oh my. "
Said Mr. Wren.
Only the Wren Flying School
could save the Dragon
from being a fool.
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from
The
Midnight
Ride
Down
Highway 10
It’s a treacherous path into town.
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There's a fork in the road
You can't get around.
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And if you leave
in the middle of the night...
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Prepare yourself
for an awful fright.
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For Horror will be upon you soon,
all snarly and mean
and lit by the Moon.
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Be sure to turn left
at the old Dead Hen.
Or was it right, or straight, maybe South on Ten?
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from Night Sounds
promo teaser
When
the Books
Came
Home
​There was a time,
after the big snow melt of 2040.....
Things were never quite the same again . . . . .
You're waiting for the mail on one of those days when there is nothing to do but sit around and wait for, you know, the mail. Your book jostles in the back of that Little White Truck as it crawls up the street, from box to box. Now the sun's behind the trees and still no book. ​
. . . wait, did you just hear the squeak of brakes?
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​​​​The Little White Truck inches onward, as it's hopeful lights blink so proudly. It seems to say that suffering deep patience helps propel the truck forward. For things printed in glorious ink on silken paper take time and really, what's a few more hours . . .
Thanks for looking at my words
​-Evets.
