Here's a fat thing, a bubble. Air bobs it. It flirts with light, sucks blue from the sky. It wants to wander, but where? There's no wind to show a way. Without a goal to vex it, it stays a toy, untroubled. A dog comes nosing, smelling soap, then yelps and shies. The bubble spits a rainbow as it dies.
(photos by RolandasJ, carterse)
She had wandered around for hours and hours
Till she was thoroughly lost amongst the enormous flowers
When the dragon flew overhead
She didn’t know where she was
Or how to get home
But she wasn’t worried.
The dragon knew where she was.
The cobra hatched a wicked egg
The dragon wished she’d done that too
They glared and then they fought for days
When they were done
The dragon had won
But no one stuck around to see
Except the happy little girl.
The Happy Little Girl met a snake.
She said, I’m pleased to meet you, and the snake said Oh for goodness sake!
Don’t you know I’m wicked?
Don’t you know I’ve got no friends?
Don’t you know that I’m cold blooded?
‘Cause I am.
Whoever’s pleased, I just don’t understand.
But the happy little girl just smiled
And kissed the snake
And rode away in style.
Sweet Potato Boy threw two bright pennies down the well, and then he went away. He did one thing and he came back; those pennies were still there. So he went away again, he did another thing, then another. He came back, and those two pennies were still there.
Sweet Potato Boy realized it would always be that way. He went off for a long time. When he came back, there were those pennies, still down inside the well. “I’m never coming back again!” he said. So he went away.
One day he came back after he had forgotten all about those two pennies. He looked down the well for a drink of water and he thought he saw two bright eyes looking up at him. “Are you looking at me?” he asked, but those eyes never said a word. Sweet Potato Boy jumped right down into the well, ready to talk or fight, but it was deep water and all he could do was spit air and climb back up. “All right,” he shouted down the well. “You tricked me, all right.” But those eyes still never said a word.
Sweet Potato Boy walked away, grinning and sneezing water. But whenever he goes by that well, he shouts out a Hello to whatever lives down there.
The King was rude – nobody ruder –
Until the day he met the Buddha.
“Bow before me!” quoth the King;
The Buddha said, “Await the spring.”
“My word is law,” the King proclaimed.
Said Buddha, “Silence won’t be named.”
The King decreed, “Off with his head!”
And Buddha promptly fell down dead.
But from that day, forever after,
The King can’t sleep for hearing laughter.
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