Tuesday, January 18, 2011

she sat in the dilemma of her own deliberation...

'stewing' over the contemplative rigmarole...
and serendipitous happenstance..
canoodling...pondering...planning...
wondering, frankly, if the ROAD NOT TAKEN should have been taken !
and then remembering , in cohesive fashion,
 that there had been essentially no alternative...
WHY CRY OVER SPILT 'chicken soup' really ??
so...
the big city was losing its appeal...
as the watchman twirled in his toe shoes...
(for he secretly YEARNED to study ballet)....
and the cowboys at the bank would look again...
FAVORABLY....
upon the 'equitable distribution' of the THIRD kind...
and all would go SWIMMINGLY....
 as it should have gone from the year ALEPH....
and the cauldron was frazzling and  bubbling...
as the PLANNING BROTH was concocted, yet again...
and so on....
and so on...