The churning of fresh yellow golden cow's butter, from her udder, under her torso, squeeze, please. A drip a drop, a squirt, an early morning start on a farm, a strong arm to work laboriously in the dawn a yawn, Not a plight, a fun bright light, not at night, eat eggs and buttered toast, no crime, instead pleasingly sublime.
An egg, not wed, a yellow egg a yolk, an ox stampeding bull, buffaloes shouldered in heavy wooden yokes, not wool, a piercing of the nose of the ox, Nova Scotia Red Lox. A bagel? Be. Cream cheese, cottage cheese, Wisconsin cheese, Muenster and Brick.
The Bobbsey Twins, books to read, volumes upon volumes, a rare book collection, dusty musty ol' books, graduate college with good looks. Blue robes, cap and gown. The Talmud, a King's crown, one page per day, to carry great advice your way.
To remember when you were slender, full meals of simply one. A piece of cheese a tomato lettuce. God is good God is Great, let us eat, so we ate. How many? Eight. A brown paper lunch bag to carry not a lag. Not a chore, not boiling anymore. A sandwich consumed on the brown sandy beach, nowhere to be found a blood sucking leech. Each week a blood draw, an arm not the hand, yes, we own this land. Prosperity. Our property. No Trespassing. Sign, sign, everywhere a sign, a holy message, a Miracle, it's sweetly lyrical.
Sweetly singing Mary Poppins, a threaded red bobbin, a red-breasted Robin. "Just one spoonful of sugar and the medicine goes down." An English housekeeper Nanny to speak Hebrew as coffee she brew. An ol' pal to sing America the Beautiful. A hornet's honey jar full. Winnie the Pooh and Eyore too. The bumbling of a bee. Surrounding the branches of a tree, a baby's cradle, a chicken noodle soup ladle.
Hey! No, Hello. No Hi. In agreement? No debate. A companion to be your quill. A breakfast bowl of oatmeal dancing with blueberries to be your fill. Put him at your right side, to have a Friend, no end, a driver in a limousine ride as your guide. Where do you want to go? Not into the ice and snow.
A desert deserted land, wandering, wondering, Baked Alaska ice cream, nice, chocolaty minty green. Far away? Just a Skype no hype.
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