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Squeezing The Oleo
Where have the crickets gone
like pesos of Cisco and Poncho
the grandfather clock snores
listening to the kitchen gadgets
as Mama squeezes the oleo
with no time for the sacraments
or self-rising biscuit of Grandpa
whistling from the grave
finetuning his battle-axe
watching twilight thaw
and I can't ignore the shadow
of Mr. Potato Head laughing
filing it's long fingernails
and waxing its moustache
as Mama squeezes the oleo
like pesos of Cisco and Poncho
the grandfather clock snores
listening to the kitchen gadgets
as Mama squeezes the oleo
with no time for the sacraments
or self-rising biscuit of Grandpa
whistling from the grave
finetuning his battle-axe
watching twilight thaw
and I can't ignore the shadow
of Mr. Potato Head laughing
filing it's long fingernails
and waxing its moustache
as Mama squeezes the oleo
Published 17th Nov 2023
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Nightmares are like memories.
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17th Nov 2023 7:43pm
Lol, a little frightening. I haven't heard of squeeze butter in years. Do they still make that?
17th Nov 2023 8:32pm
