Guest blotter Elder G provides today’s offering…
The Elder and the Oysters
“The time has come,” the Elders said,
“To talk of many things:
Of twine and kelp and rubber hens,
And broken tractor springs.
Of why the Hall of Metronomes
Still loudly ticks and pings.”
“But wait a bit,” said Sister Mag,
“The hour is hardly right.
Fred, put that cheese wheel DOWN at once.
George, stop the mood-lamp fight.
And who released the therapy goose
Into the chapel night?”
“The time has come,” the Elders said,
“To test the ancient stew.
The Ladle & Lube has proudly made
A broth of dubious hue.
It glows a little in the dark…
Which some regard as new.”
The chickens all wore tiny robes,
Embroidered round with stars.
One solemn hen played clavichord
Beside the pickle jars.
Another gave a PowerPoint
On moisture levels in Mars.
Then Elder JimZim raised his cup:
“A toast before we dine!
To all who laugh though roofs may leak,
Though fate may snarl and whine.
For hope survives astonishingly
When braided strong with twine.”
And in the silence after that,
The old barn softly creaked.
The windmill turned. The lantern glowed.
A distant kettle squeaked.
And somewhere in the darkened yard,
A thoughtful oyster peeked.
