Who’s On First

Fleeing geese in the sky;
heads tilted, arms outstretched.
If we could only be that high...
Maybe death would pass us by.

A old bitch dog does not fetch.
She lays down waiting to die,
but long ago a ball to catch...
Was fun & funny like watching the Who's on First sketch.

Grass taste like chocolate wet or dry,
to graceful fawns & nervous cows.
Sorry you could not be here: a lie?...
When I tried suicide and did not die.

Water rises, land they will plow.
Can there be another King Saul?
Sharpen this sword, take a quick bow...
Before you make that sallekhana vow.

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Wrote it for my significant other.