The Continuing Rubaiyat of Saragun Springs by The Moving Hoof (translated by Leila Allison)

(Note–Daisy has acquired a Penname. As you have guessed it is “The Moving Hoof.” She is now, as she just informed me, Dame Daisy Cloverleaf-Kloverleaf, the Goatess of GOAT and The Moving Hoof. A gallon of vodka weighs more than The Moving Hoof yet it contains only half as many delusions–LA)

i

Buckfast Geeply Geep is my half brother

Same Goat father, a Sheeply Sheep mother

You can usually find him at the track

Wagering hobnobs on a good mudder

ii

Hobknobs are the coin of the multiverse

They have value everywhere but earth

Whereas the billions of Musty Musk

Wouldn’t rate a spoonful of Saragun dirt

iii

Buckfast loves to bet on the Peonies

Racing flowers raised by Magic Donkeys

On quick moving blooms they rush gate to gate

Encouraged by sweet Butterfly jockeys

iv

Being a Geep is a million to few

Ram and Nanny or Billy and Ewely Ewe

Not Bob and Carol nor Ted and Alice

Will land their offspring at the petting zoo

8 thoughts on “The Continuing Rubaiyat of Saragun Springs by The Moving Hoof (translated by Leila Allison)”

  2. Leila

    The language use for today’s poetry installment startles with its sparkling originality, literally.

    I also want to say how COOL it is (in the Miles Davis/Bob Dylan sense of cool) that all the Springs things have continued even through Covid.

    That kind of toughness and dedication bespeaks a strength and determination that can perhaps only be matched by the likes of Flannery O’Connor, Virginia Woolf, Charles Bukowski, Ernest Hemingway…

    There are other names that could be mentioned here; as well as many, so-called “unknown” names that could easily also be mentioned as well; but the point is made as is, I hope.

    Thanks for being you and being someone the rest of us can look up to.

    Sincerely

    Dale

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    • Hi Dale

      You are kind, but I suggest looking under the table to find me!

      Still, The Show Must Go On, and covid can go hang itself.

      A reminder to all–please see Dale’s next poem on Friday and do not forget to check out the Sunday Column by the Drifter.

      Leila

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  5. whatever you do don’t let her go ‘Down in the reeds by the river.’ She’ll be scattering ban in the blink of an eye and setting them Lilies afloat before you can say cheese.

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