Mona Lisa"s Knickers

Mona Lisa"s Knickers

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

It wasn’t so much the questions

I asked then: who had had who when

seemed obvious enough. At thirteen,

how far apples fell from the tree,

 

if a little sooner than expected,

hardly warranted an immediate sending

off to the penitential box.

Adam, Eve, birds, bees. Heaven  

 

help the lad who lacked the curiosity

to delve into these darker matters.  

What I wished to ascertain was the why.

Why we needed to sweep the kibble under the rug,

 

fabricate fables for the feeble-minded

few who couldn’t grasp the inevitable

inevitability of c***s finding chicks

simply irresistible. Nature, by design,

 

gave us the appendages to connect

ourselves to an intricate web,

a collective cause, so why

I wanted to know …

 

by all God’s little green apples -- why who had

had who when, and where, needed to be

locked up tighter than the Mona Lisa’s knickers --

were questions nobody wanted to answer …

 

And if, no one was going to tell me? Well

I’d spend as long as it took to find out!

I had questions, lots, and lots of questions …

And oodles of time on my hands … 



Ken e Bujold

© 2023 Ken e Bujold


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Author's Note

Ken e Bujold
some may recognize the first two lines from a much earlier work, which I was never really satisfied with. Their home here is much more in keeping with the original idea I had when I first scribbled them on a piece of paper. Hope you enjoy their new home

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This was such great fun to read aloud. We all have the inevitable questions eh? I think some of the answers are only provided by living...maybe all of them are provided by living. Remember that song, "When I Die" by Blood Sweat and Tears? It's says "I'll never know by living, only my dying will tell..." I wonder who death is telling. It has to be the living. I'm glad your words found a home. May they be happy enough here to never roam again. I wonder if they will envy the gypsy words moving from poem to poem...ah well, that's speculation for another verse eh? Cheers. FG

Posted 1 Year Ago


Me too Ken.
"And if, no one was going to tell me? Well
I’d spend as long as it took to find out!
I had questions, lots, and lots of questions …
And oodles of time on my hands …"
I am still searching and thank you for the entertaining poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


I recall the first and this works so much better. Have been chasing this mystery myself most of my life.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ken e Bujold

1 Year Ago

i agree this is what i originally had in mind but somehow got sidetracked on the kiddie train of his.. read more
All questions such as these should be referred to St Augustine. He's the one who came up with original sin and concupiscence.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ken e Bujold

1 Year Ago

in my family it was the great aunts

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