Thursday, March 4, 2010

The Knucks of the bu Dup

And frozen toes
are found wrapped in bows
beneath the boughs
of the Pelicanoes.

And God be willing,
for not a shilling,
we'll all go for a climb soon.

Throw down our toes when we reach the top,
where the flying bird Narsciroo preys on the Buddy bu Dup.
You haven't heard of the Buddy bu Dup?
You haven't heard of the Buddy bu Dup?

This ancient animal once feathered and of a flock,
no longer has kin for his flock fell out of luck.
You see you see.
So hunted were these that their feathers turned to small hairs,
their claws to knucks!

N.b.  knucks are small nubs of knuckles, found on feet, after they've been eaten.

The Narsciroo is a hungry dragoon.
One of its kind.
It preys on limbs and when there are none,
they suckle on knucks like a mother with her cubs.

They, I said and of course I mean, he
because never was there one of more than one than he.
Nasty Narsciroo.
Bent on the descimation of the Buddy bu Dup.

But never was there more than one of he
is what I meant.

We shall climb up there
and toss off our toes
and see the glimmering light
No human, no child, no turtle of pride
has ever see the light

And since we are zoologists
specializing in endangered species,
we will bring lots of Socks for the buddy bu dup
so they can continue churning out the light.

Did I forget to mention that?
They hate Socks, but sure can they make light.

I forgot some more you see
don't get up
I'll fix you tea
no no for you
it's always coffee.

What I forgot was the machines.

You see the Buddy bu Dup
aka the bbd's
have always had the longest of limbs.
Their limbs go down as far as the Pelecanoes go up.

And vice versa verse vice

And as they lived alone before the Narsciroo came into being
they loped and lammed all along the tops of the Pelecanoes
And their loping and their lamming caused all the light you could see.
But soon came the Nasty Narsci Narcisceroo
The hunter of limbs, a gobbler of light, he fed and he fed
til their limbs gave no light.

You know what loping is I'm sure
(It's limb on limb friction that causes light)
But lamming might be a foreign word to you.

Long lost to the humans of today,
lamming has fallen out of fashion like eating hair out of clay.

Lamming of course is covering each other
with each and every other
of those loping around you.
It's the beginning and end of every lope.

This sort of lamming is best described to humans as hugging, except while moving.  So you see, even while loping may cause all kinds of light, it is the lamming that causes the most powerful of kinds.

Oh no you can't...
sit back down.
More tea, no no
it was coffee now
wasn't coffee then...for three?

Oh how majestic was this lamming.
If you can imagine
a flock of birds flying higher and faster and buzzing through like bees,
so many the eyes can't see
and then in an instant the many became one!
And in a flash
the light from a lam?

It's a shock like no other.
I'm tired just to think of it.
but there is so much to tell
so much indeed.

This all started with talk of the machines.

My hour is almost up so I've got to hurry.  It's so hard to tell a story; I promise I won't tarry, but I can't say that through part of it I won't worry.

It's this worrying you see that keeps me from telling what it is you see
that's most important.

Because I worry there isn't enough time, but I couldn't have it all to begin with, I tell myself, so I mustn't worry nor hurry.

I've only three minutes left
to the chase I cut deft.
After all the gobbling and margling,
and chewing and spit

And we won't tarry on the bloody parts where the bbd's got what no man could ever take.

Where their limbs were sucked down like the wheat to the chaff.

All they had left was their nubs, called ?

Knucks.


Thank you.

They made a chain between themselves using nothing but some socks
Between each and every knuck of every boy and girl dup.

And when they move their knucks
each and every other knuck of these dups
moves along with

And like a machine made of gears, comes out the light of the lam, seen as far as our young eyes can.

So with us we bring socks
And when we climb the Pelicanoes
We'll throw down our toes tied together in bows
And join the flock of the Buddy bu Dup.

And God be willing,
for not a shilling,
we'll all go for a climb soon.

 ~contributer

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