The other day
On my way into the fray
I passed a farmer
Being questioned by a lama
”Why have you just thrown
200 million seeds down the drain?
Don’t you realize
That’ll make you go lame?”
The farmer burst out with laughter
“I’ve never heard anything dafter”
”Bharat’s renowned for its rice harvests
And its snake charmers “
Replied the lama
”It must have a well-stocked larder,”
Conceded the farmer
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What an interesting conversation!šš»šļø
I guess you know what seeds Iām referring to?!
Perhaps the ones that in lore are meant to bring death to kittens
What a reply!
I love conversations of the absurd they are a wonderful diversion from the stark realities of life. Well done
Thanks, Soren. It was fun to write!
I am guessing these our seeds of the medicinal type, a ludicrous and very entertaining conversation, enjoyed the read
They most certainly are medicinal, as our Yogic and Gnostic friends have tried to point out. Thanks for dropping by.
You are very welcome
Surely not...Jason and the argonauts?! These supposedly facetious convos yet are nothing of the sort, laden with import fewer realize, methinks we were warned and I'll leave it at that. Thank you for sharing, you rascal.
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