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 The middle of India is alea. Just a wide expanse of nothing but a lot of meadow lea grasses remember this was before the pipeline was malfunctioned we have our Company Hudson Bay Company East Hudson Bay Company Whirly ZappersunlimitedLTD.org.net.web.dot Acme.Y.MPortolet@.net  the Y  is for YOUR MARK the door of every toilet has a picture on it of the whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater where we were working a Brahman Bull was munching and Jake took out his periscope the Indian Buddhists we hired as guide thought he was trying to Shoot the bull he was adamant NO shjott NO shjott and he was crying tears and praying to his nonexistent god. Jake put the periscope away it was made by Acme.T.M@.inc We were between New Delhi Ahmadabad India. Ahmadabad was not even in sight yet we were nearing the Indian Sea where we would leave the end of the PipelineT.M.@.Inc Gary Varker was not used to being in the field. He had come a long way from the main offices in Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada. He was troubleshooting the new India Pipeline for the Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplater he was missing Airdropps several hundred of them late. Plence was out of town and could not be reached he was speaking on his cell phone to the office when he got a girl she had a nasal twang. She said Hello Gary thankzx yew for dialing 991. He hung up but not before he smiled. For Faith without site is better than one hundred primed rifles. He would have to take charge and do this without his friend. He called Acme at once. They sent the glue not the real glue from the
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Whirlyfritzerglomeratialsilverplaterpurpleglue.T.M. @ pf pipeglue but several dozen containers of purple ACMEpipeglueT.M@inc. He sent the glue pods up and down the line until all was back in place and ready to launch the green light on the box. He waited. He had that de je vue feeling that something was wrong he hesitated to start. Then he called the main offices shrugged once and said IT'S A GO. The office page boy Sammy turned the green light on. You may have guessed what happens next gentile reader ewe the GLUE purchased for too much $$$ from ACME did not hold the STEAM PIPE broke and all the water from the added brown substance flowed onto the meadow lea of India. Which is why it is so marshy now. The COWS leave lots of offerings but the PipelineT.M.@inc  started it.


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