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The Dukkahs of Hazard
by Rob LittlerBrothers, Bodhi and Lucky
were feeling a general need
for some deliberate fun.
“We might as well,” said Bodhi.
“We might as well have fun
if we are stuck becoming,
continually gorging on our own
incomprehensible ignorance.”
Lucky Dukkha, the elder of the two
yielded to his fatigued little brother,
“Aye, Bodhi. I see your point.
No since letting this perpetual
Lament-acious-ness ruin an otherwise good time.”
And with that the two Dukkah’s
opened a Golf Course full of sand-traps,
serving only the most adequate ales.
06/12/2012 Posted on 06/12/2012
Copyright © 2024 Rob Littler
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/13/12 at 12:01 AM Sharp wit and insight. I like it a lot. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/13/12 at 03:24 PM "continually gorging on our own incomprehensible ignorance.” Gotta love that line. My cats would love your new golf course. Thanks for this. |
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