Pretty Geese On The Way To Market

I've had just enough time to...   see pretty geese on the way to market

Taken on the way to work one fine morning

One fine morning on the way to work

I saw three geese riding on a truck

That is nothing strange

Till they started talking

And I could understand what was said

“Yahoo! It is fun riding on a truck”

The others agreed in splutter and gurgle

“The kind farmer is giving us a ride

To the market in this fine pick-up truck”

“What is a market?” One asked

“It is what we live for, what we eat for”

The farmer told us “You’re such pretty creatures.

Raised to be admired.”

“Look at the poor guy at the wheel”

And they babble and blabber and blather

“He has to work to live because he is ugly!”

And they chatter and prattle and tattle

Then the light changed

And the truck moved and the geese

Were on their way and they called out

“Bye bye ugly, go to work!”

And their laughter echo all the way to the market…

Nature in Disarray, Diamonds Everywhere.

I've had just enough time to...   see diamonds everywhere.

Taken outside Surabaya, Indonesia on the way to Mount Bromo.

Nature in disarray

Diamonds every where

Gold has fallen

Greens on the rise

The waves swept everything

Off the casino table

The ball rolled and

Was snookered into the corner

It found the net

When there was no keeper

Yet the score was kept

In ticketed paper

Don’t talk in whisper

Don’t talk at all

Don’t listen to the echo

Bouncing off the wall

The wall went up

The wall came down

It went up again

Mile high off the ground

The man must be crazy

To build it on sand

It looked like a castle

Just beyond the bend

The tide won’t come in

It was stopped by the King

Who sang his last song in Neverland

Time swing on the pendulum

But who stopped the swing?

The clock paid no attention

It has its own intention

Shelter me under the umbrella

The sun is hot today

Frying eggs on the walkway

No cars on the freeway

I’m going anyway

I hitch a ride on the comet’s tail

And fell into an unknown galaxy

Where birds rule the day

But nights are not for slumber

Turning the pillow over

Upsets the universe

Spirit spirits roll the dice

If it comes out eight

The fisherman shall die

What is the use of ships?

When the sea has collapsed

Into itself with an explosion

The world reborn

Again! Again! And Again!