poetries

I asked her what her favourite colour is

No, wait. I asked, "What is your favourite colour?"

     She asked me, "Is that with two you’s?"

Two me’s?

     No, you’s!

I don’t understand the question.

     Well I didn’t understand your question.

It was simple enough. What’s your favourite colour?

     But you’re saying it with two yous.

Do you want me to rephrase the question?

     It won’t help. Any way you say it will confuse me with your yous.

What frequency of light is most pleasing to your rods and cones.

     Turquoise.

Is that with a kay or a cue?

     With a cue of course. Who spells turkois with a kay?

I do.

     You Canadians are weird.

on reflection:

an infection,

by injection,

of creative

circumspection

is a step

in the left direction

would you like to have another
         i'd rather have an other

howzabout . . . riper lemonade over quail
         mayhaps . . .the tiger neighed for sale

allnighter truelove fail
         no writer crocheted kale

my geiger arrayed for sale
         la sniper obeyed voicemail

indicter 'fraid to nail
         reciter downplayed jail

a hyper mermaid into whale
         a tighter shape of trail  
a viper made of shale
         a wider faded pail
a fighter weighed off scale

          a whiter shade of pale

yes
         yes

whew that was a chore
         an other?

nope