Paradox
A paradox flew right over my head,
I knew it was a paradox but not where they led.
For I had my ducks in line,
and I was certainly on time,
but didn't know blue from red.
The paradox conferred in quiet tones,
so that they would not be overheard.
The quackery involved surely revolved,
about how much greenbacks,
from me could be procured.
From an old Errol Flynn joke,
they had me by the yoke.
A proctologist's delight,
they strung me up tight,
and I was a sight, for sore eyes.
I ran for the door,
but hit the floor,
as I reached the end of my rope.
The docs began to laugh,
certainly not on my behalf,
but in a certain ironic incline.
One flew over the cuckoo's nest,
but that duck wasn't certainly mine.
Even though it affected my bottom line.
I cut the rope free, and began to flee,
but the paradox continued with glee.
I reached for the phone,
but I was in the wrong zone,
and the docs went,
"quack quack quack..."
all the way home.
Copyright 2014 © Ronald W. Hull
3/20/14
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Regis
A smile and a quack-quack "Daffy Duck."
Beautiful image. Well done my friend.
Lady Mary Ann
Cleverly written...I am intrigued by paradox too....it's everywhere!
Diana...
Teresa
~jeanne
There are an old rickety paradox, down by the lake
One day, I forgot on which one, my boat was moored
I sailed off on the wrong boat, and I got arrested
Now I wonder if I’ll ever see those paradox anymore
Proudly with my lenses
Thank You Ron
Peace be with you
William
a man perfect...even in a domain where...no one
is perfect...
Enjoyed the paradox!
budd
I shot them both
and now they're dead.
Quack, quack, quack!!!...
Calling doctors Curly, Larry, and Moe!!!
Sandie :o)
I was uptight, not loose.
a proctologist waving his finger,
I really got the goose.
Loved your word play.
Michael D.
Love ya!
Jane
they had me by the yoke."
Heh.Heh Old yokes are the best kind sometimes. Enjoyed this paradoxical in ya face silliness.