3 poems I wrote this morning instead of doing anything important .

[Mari333]

doggy style








whilst contemplating Kierkegaard and Plato before noon
my dog sat very patiently next to me in the room
My brow was furrowed deep in thought my mannerisms vague
when thus I felt my little pooch a scratching at my leg

"Oh lady dear, philosopher, oh genius, oracle?
I need to poop, I truly do, my bowels are truly full..
so, if you could unglue your ass from that existential bard
I REALLY REAALLY NEED TO POOP
please take me to the yard"

We wandered out his joy unbound
he pooped he sniffed along the ground
he jumped he barked he chased a squirrel
he hopped and leaped and did a whirl.

And in one moment , swoop, I saw
no book nor words can be
as wise nor brilliant as the puppy
scratching next to me.
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o wintry filth o blacken'd slush! o vile wet moisture's thunderous crush, o neighbour's blasting blowing WHIRRRR their coarse machines whilst cursing BRRRRR!, o tires spin o autos slice into deep drifts across foul ice, o calamitous season, damn-ed nature's ring! and then, voila! it turns to spring!
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the battle


Newtonians stomp their feet and scream
how dare you say their world is dream!
the Quantum blokes retort in kind
Throw out your clocks! Unwind! Unwind!

The furious battle doth ensue
gravitious apples thrown, mon dieu!
Newtonians armed with facts and time
attempt to conquer String theory Crime

Oh woe! neutrinos blazing wonder
The Quantum warriors sit, and ponder
this is just a silly Brawl
why fight what is not there at all?