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STAND OFF

A poem by Sir. William Beatrice Calhoon, III

When the steeds of discouragement trample your roses and wipe their hardened hoofs all over your grandmother's karastan carpet, and the locusts devour those fruit filled danties you were saving for that special occasion, like a ravenous pack of mentally challenged dung beetles not knowing the difference between your danties and the intricate workings of a Swiss watch, don't reach for the carpet fresh. Take no thought for the vacuum cleaner. And for goodness sake, don't waste your breath explaining your love for fruit truffles to a pack of ungodly dung beetles who probably give more thought to the current state of affairs of the horde of fruit flies who spend the good part of the afternoon swarming around that rotting jack o'lantern on your front porch engulfing the entire neighborhood with a stench so foul the vultures have left their former habitation of the front yard of your self esteem and have started a petition to have you and your pungent pumpkin cast from the neighborhood.

But, stand up. Stand up, I say. Square off your shoulders and shout from the highest mountain, "Stand off, you steeds. Stand off, you dung beetles!" Behold, these are my cheese danties. And mmmmmmyyyy cheese danties they shhhhhall remain!!!"

Sir. William Beatrice Calhoon, III

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