She Threw a Brick House

Posted on March 22, 2011 | 14 Comments

She cataloged annoyances’ never to forget

Brought coldly to remembrance forever the debt

Tied up in a cage and poked with a long sharp stick

Better locked up tighter than be hit with her bricks

Once lost in the ether I talked as I did sleep

I put bells on my tools so she could never creep

The older I became the more scarred I become

In the cellar for night staked by day in the sun

If she remembers it now as it happened then

Is because she journals it all with her red pen

Grab as much as you can and run leaving the house

No matter what you do you’ll always be the louse

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14 responses to “She Threw a Brick House”

Bodhirose | March 22, 2011 at 11:39 AM | Reply

Pretty much that’s how it is… Sorry about that.

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- booguloo | March 22, 2011 at 11:43 AM | Reply
  
  BIG Chuckle!
  
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tolbert | March 23, 2011 at 4:49 AM | Reply

wow…the picture says it all…and then “she threw a brick house!”
i felt bruised after i read this one…time to “throw mama from the
train!” I think you are right to “Grab as much as you can and run leaving the house…” Great satire. (I hope it’s satirical…)

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- booguloo | March 23, 2011 at 4:53 AM | Reply
  
  Yes and she was mighty, mighty when she let it all hang out.. Smiles..
  
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brian | March 23, 2011 at 5:22 AM | Reply

ha. aint that the truth…if you got to keep lists of wrongs, something is very wrong…

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- booguloo | March 23, 2011 at 6:29 AM | Reply
  
  Oh yeah.
  
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honeyhaiku | March 23, 2011 at 6:30 AM | Reply

Wonderfully depicted. Unfortunate in circumstance.

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- booguloo | March 23, 2011 at 6:44 AM | Reply
  
  Thanks for the comment and the visit.
  
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versebender | March 23, 2011 at 6:18 PM | Reply

Oh my….only thing worse than being wrong is being right…results are the same. thanks for the entertaining read. vb

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- booguloo | March 24, 2011 at 10:53 AM | Reply
  
  You are welcome!
  
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alee9 | March 23, 2011 at 7:58 PM | Reply

I love the last line–great awakening, huh! But I love the playfulness of it, the rhyme and satirical tone, no, more like a tongue-in-cheek play of images and thought with smiles! Thanks!

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- booguloo | March 24, 2011 at 10:47 AM | Reply
  
  Thanks for the comment and for stopping by!
  
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Shashi | March 24, 2011 at 8:21 PM | Reply

A very interesting painting with words… and the last lines were so perfect.

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- booguloo | March 25, 2011 at 5:23 AM | Reply
  
  Thanks! Glad you stopped by.
  
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