There Are No Snowmen in Mexico
He met a woman in Cancun
who said
She came from Minnesota
but you won’t know
where that is now, will ya ..
He said,
I know Bob Dylan though
She said who ..
He said precisely ..
Now come and lay down here
beside me ..
That’s when it dawned on him
there are no
vacant brass beds anywhere
or snowmen left
in the whole of Mexico ..
Comments5
Good write N.
cheers Mr. O
Intriguing words Neville.
Andy
He tries his best Andy ....................................................................... cheers sir 🙂
I have it on good authority from Pedro who is 'brake' in the Yucatan 2nd bob-slay fives team that easter is wet-sand 'snowman' building season.
.............................. I think I met his som Berero on the way out 🙂
Well for him it was true
Who knows what played in her mind
Was it true or just a fantasy of a kind
A thought provoking poetry dear Neville
Some relationships built over frozen sheets of ice
.................. it seems you too can read this old fella like a book .......... thank you so very bloomin much dear friend ... x
'there are no
vacant brass beds anywhere'..
(or Bob Dylan fans in Minnesota
or Snowmen, that haven't wilted
in the Brass face of global warming...)
such a brilliant write!
(cutting commentary of self
and the world and Time's around us
and the hollow, meaning-'less' bleakness
of the future we're walking towards)
Bless you Mek, I'm just recovering from throat surgery so I refuse to laugh, I can't stop the corners of my mouth lifting up toward the ceiling though 🙂
oh no, hope you get well soon my friend
thanks Mek .. I am fine and just waiting for the thumbs up before I can get transferred to my own bed 🙂
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