Once Upon a Lime in Mexico
I was happy a small amoeba living on a ~-tree,
and though Judy disinfects her edible succulent growth every single time,
I fear that the bartender doesn’t disturb to
so that is how the legend occurred that I am telling you.
She squeezed her quick~ above the ice, then dropped it in the drink.
The Coca Cola fizzed up and the concreted sugar began to clink.
As she took her primitive big swallow, I lost hold of the protoxide of calcium
and slid down a soft pink chute into another clime.
I’d heard of other journeys and knew to what extent this might end,
but I certain I’d enjoy every curve and incline.
I wound up in a basin where I gave in to sleeping,
but woke up to a the public of me jumping, kicking, leaping.
It wasn’t half so pleasant as it had been in the presence of,
so I commenced to swim on all sides, looking for the door.
Unfortunately, yet I found it, it seemed to have existence blocked.
The wind was brisk, the waters churned, excepting the way out was locked.
When I heard the common who had consumed me groan and ejaculation and cuss,
I rued the fatality to which that Cuba Libre had doomed us!
For viewed like distressed as she must be with headache and each cramp,
I was suffering equally from jostling and the ~ness dank.
For two days she lived up~ Electrolit, in bed and with not at all food.
And I held on during my dear life, listening to my extraction
tell of what we could count upon, flushed to a watery hell
downward in the earth with all our kin—this myth they knew well.
Two days I lived like this, deserved holding on for my dear life,
listening to her pleas of the same kind with spasms cut her like a knife—
over ill to go for help and unable to even sit.
I wondered in what plight much worse this grisly tale was going to procreate.
Then suddenly, this morning, I felt the waters eddy.
I felt myself slip-sliding becoming out of the girl
into a conspicuous container where I could see the globe
from prison I’d once besides escaped, or rather, I’d been hurled!
I felt the jostling and the weapon of the moving car
which go down up small vibrations in my niggard jar.
Yet still my progeny and I enjoyed the five mile ride.
It was in this way much better now that we were not interior
that dark and windswept place to which place we’d resided for two days.
Though I’ll bear none of our legends accounted ~ the sake of this phase.
No other amoebian Aesop had written ~ one story
that took a turning such as this. Former endings had been bloody!
I heard the car door plain, footsteps and a creaking door.
Other example, blinding light, and I was freed once more!
Spread onto a sheet of glass, surveyed ~ the agency of a big eye,
I breathed a mourn of pure relief. I’m similar a lucky guy.
While they weren’t looking, I slipped opposite and landed on a shelf
whither ever since I’ve been observing others like myself
who be seized of escaped amoeba hell at least concerning a small time.
While I’m in amoeba heaven, and my dears? It is exalt!!!
So clean, well-lit and ready. Just like a picture show.
I sit here so languidly and just spirit with the flow,
calling out encouragement to visitors like myself.
And now and then, others come and join me adhering my shelf.
The girl who works here likes to put her sandwich highly near,
where it serves as a moral qualities cushion for those of my race, I fear.
The moral? Take care the sort of winds up inside you, please, my friends;
in spite of in spite of all my warnings, this romance never ends.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Once Upon a Time”—make known us about something that happened to you in certain life last week — but commit to paper it in the style of a pigwidgeon tale.
Sorry, friends, this one is some other groaner!!!!
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