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The Importance of Gourdcrafting

The Importance of Gourdcrafting [translated by Coleman Barks and John Moyne ] There was a maidservant who had cleverly trained a donkey to perform the services of a man. From a gourd, she had carved a flanged device to fit on the donkey's penis, to keep him from going too far into her. She had fashioned it just to the point of her pleasure, and she greatly enjoyed the arrangement, as often as she could! She thrived, but the donkey was getting a little thin and tired looking. The mistress began to investigate. One day she peeked through a crack in the door and saw the animal's marvelous member and the delight of the girl stretched under the donkey. She said nothing. Later, she knocked on the door and called the maid out on an errand, a long and complicated errand. I won't go into details. The servant knew what was happening, though. "Ah, my mistress," she thought to herself, "you should not send away the expert. When you begin to work without full knowledge, y

Farm Implements and Rutabagas in a Landscape

Farm Implements and Rutabagas in a Landscape _______________________________________________________ The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From livid curtain's hue, a tangram emerges: a country." Meanwhile the Sea Hag was relaxing on a green couch: "How pleasant To spend one's vacation en la casa de Popeye," she scratched Her cleft chin's solitary hair. She remembered spinach And was going to ask Wimpy if he had bought any spinach. "M'love," he intercepted, "the plains are decked out in thunder Today, and it shall be as you wish." He scratched The part of his head under his hat. The apartment Seemed to grow smaller. "But what if no pleasant Inspiration plunge us now to the stars? For this is my country." Suddenly they remembered how it was cheaper in the country. Wimpy was thoughtfully cutting open a number 2 can of spinach When the door opened

Escapist's Song - Theodore Spencer

Escapist's Song - Theodore Spencer The first woman I loved, he said, Her skin was satin and gold. The next woman I loved, he said. Her skin was satin and gold. The third woman I loved, he said, Was made in a different mold. She was deeper than me, and said so; She was stronger than me, and said so. She was wiser than me, and proved it; I shivered, and grew cold. The fourth woman I loved, he said, Her skin was satin and gold.