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McLemore, Fabricatore & Buttonwood
started out across the grassy plain
ate buffalo meat on the shores of Lake Erie
learned new languages & wooed exotic birds down from the trees
were of sound mind & body, were of sound body & mind
encountered the Kraken & debated the pronunciation of his name,
only to discover that he was a she, & really quite wonderful at chess
were undaunted in the face of adversity
sat beside the wine-dark sea, telling lies & braiding hempen ropes
signed their names in the guestbook at a hotel on the edge of an active volcano,
the ash settling slowly about their shoulders
could see the valley below, but could not state its true name
sailed across the ocean blue in a hastily built marshmallow canoe
were rescued from certain death by a one-legged man who knew whereof he spoke
are as real as you or I
exist purely for our amusement
do not exist at all
McLemore, Fabricatore & Buttonwood
will be back soon, will demand answers, will show slides of their trip
to an uninterested audience in the local library
will realize that the road is better than the rest stop & will start out again
across the grassy plain
I’m flattered that you were so bemused by my name. Can’t wait to show Dan and the others. This one’s going in my permanent collection. Nice work!
Thanks, man. It sure has a musical sound. And just conjured up the image of three intrepid adventurers. Have a great tour!
Hi Jason, This poem just came to my attention. What an interesting surprise. Many thanks.
My pleasure, Dan. I gave this to Scott McLemore a while ago, but I guess it didn’t make it to you. Glad you enjoyed it.