Wednesday, February 28, 2007

My 23rd encounter with the peacock

Early morning

The peacock danced on a bottle of Brunello
Which splintered
Glass shards

Caused bleeding

The peacock asked
What is this?
Blood or red wine?
It tastes damn good
I bandaged his beak
I said we need to see a doctor

En route to the hospital
We whizzed at 90 kms
How much further, the peacock asked?
Another hour to go


Then the peacock said
This ambulance driver is as important
As the surgeon

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