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Poem 538

Very Bad Archive

My Right Nut by Steve Wakeling

Robert Hawkins

Exploring the dry creek bed.
Near the southern part.
Between the Brazos River.
Cross Timbers area.
Not far from the Pecos River bend.
Splendid Bluebonnets there.
Honey De met me.
Ask what are you doing here?
This is my ranch.

I'm looking for fossils.
By their piezoeletric field.
From the Silurian period.
Paleozoic era.

On my ranch?
The only fossils here.
Is Steve Wakeling.
He's stuck in the ground.
Over there somewhere.
Think granma said she had one of his nuts in a jar.
rlh

Note; big note; anybody got a beer?

Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works:

A Day, of Bobby as interpeted, Emily Reeve

Submitted Aug 2nd, 22:52

Trilogy by Emily Reeve #3

Submitted Jul 27th, 21:49

Trilogy by Emily Reeve #2

Submitted Jul 27th, 21:35