(As noted yesterday, I expected a reply to Daisy’s scathing message to the billigits. I wasn’t wrongly wrong–LA)
i
o moving hoof you are so quick to huff
o’er such inconsequential puffy stuff
you and adverbs are a mixed potpourri
that reeks of one little miss me me me
ii
billigits fly high and we think divine
we soar in the straightest of guidelines
to add to the story is silly bold
the realm would be best if you did as told
iii
mothball weasel pinto flounder we four
punctuation and caps we do ignore
adverbs are the weeds of the written word
you abuse them the way flies use a turd
iv
o moving hoof with a spirit so sweet
why must you say hoofally bout your feet
have you gone around the bendly bend
from reality to deep insane pretend
(Well, that should pissilly piss the Goatess off. I expect her reply tomorrow–LA)
Saragun Springs 
Oh deary me, there trouble abrewing in them thar hills – dd
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Diane!
Trouble is like the kettle always being on. So goes with stubborn Daisy.
LikeLike
Leila
Perhaps the billigits and the Moving Hoof embody an allegory about the writer’s battle within her- or himself.
The question of what words to use seems less important than other issues to some until we remember that LANGUAGE is now, and will always be (until the end), humans’ greatest invention. Nothing else could or would exist without it, from the first stone tools to AI.
And until we remember that modern authoritarianism is largely based on nothing other than the word, in this case its manipulation and perversion, i.e. controlling the masses by telling them lies, telling them all the LIES they want to hear, and using threats when that fails.
And the only thing certain is that there’s a war going on and the word is at the heart of it.
Probably why the Bible calls Yeshua The Word.
Dale
PS
It’s like the time when Stalin made everyone register their typewriters via serial numbers with the Soviet government…
LikeLike
Hi Dale
It still astounds me that perhaps the two most thoroughly evil rulers to exist were in power at the same time. Along with Pol Pot, Stalin and Hitler would never make it as FC’s because they were too over the top. And yet we still see paranoid jerks in charge.
There is simply no excuse for such a tremendously artistic nation such as Russia (save for good moments in the 80’s) ruled by thugs.
Well, there’s always tomorrow and mayve the young Russians will stop trying to “be west” and do something worthy of reclaiming lost dignity.
Thank you!
Leila
LikeLike
Dale –
I tried this somewhere else just now. I have a collection of stories I could send if I have an email address.
MM
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hi Doug
Thank you! Just send it all to saragunsprings@gmail.com (or to my other address, which I belueve you have). They will be great for Rocktober.
Thanks again!
Leila
LikeLike
Hi Doug
Thank you! I think that stuff like “here come old flat top he come groovin up slowly” somehow creating a sense of feeling, though as words seemingly nonsense, is good for poetry–Lennon waa good at that, but for whatever reason he backed off from it in his solo career. That’s what I like to try to do, bend words but not to break them.
Leila
LikeLike
I suspect I will never see word and turd as rhymes in a poem again, and my life is richer and dirty dirtier for it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
In the song Coal Miner’s Daughter Loretta successfully rhymed “hard” with “tired.” The billies are axwee scatalogical at times.
Thank you!
Leila
LikeLike