Like Turkey Like Ham
for N.T.
don’t know where to step
where she is concerned
no where is safe
displaced, wherever you place
a word or deed
whatever you feed her
she might spit out
even though the day before
she might have wolfed down
what today she claims
she never liked, never could
good and confused
is as good as it gets,
attempting to connect with
Her Royal Fatness
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
12:53 a.m. 25.12.08
for N.T.
don’t know where to step
where she is concerned
no where is safe
displaced, wherever you place
a word or deed
whatever you feed her
she might spit out
even though the day before
she might have wolfed down
what today she claims
she never liked, never could
good and confused
is as good as it gets,
attempting to connect with
Her Royal Fatness
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
12:53 a.m. 25.12.08
posted by Obie Quiet at 2:22 PM
3 Comments:
i enjoyed this poem's playfulness but sense an underlying seriousness. it's as if ur saying no matter what is done u cant please ppl. the last stanza is familiar, i cant re-call how but it is, however it is not trite and "her royal fatness" is clever and keeps with the rest of the poem.
ha ha am bowling over with laughter...the last line was a killer....do tell is it dedicated to the N.T we both know?
Who are you anonymous? How very much I appreciate the formality of your critique. You seem to be a scholar, a student or teacher of Literature or are you yourself a writer?
To esquire of the mountain, I say, NONE OTHER! though I know it is less than Christian to laugh behind the backs of acquaintances or anyone's. But she refuses to let us laugh with her or to laugh WITH US. At least not consistantly. She switches. I find that distressing, when I do love her dearly.
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