Mona Lisa"s KnickersA Poem by Ken e BujoldIt 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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4 Reviews Added on March 28, 2023 Last Updated on March 28, 2023 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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