In the twilight of mental male
there is plumbing of great complexity
– It grinds to a halt –
– repairs are D.I.Y. –
but the pipes are the finest
the Christofle of silver
In the dusk of the male sex
there is appliance of great interest
– It sputters electric –
– revived by D.I.Y. –
but its cogs are the finest
the Baccarat of crystals
In the midnight of high female
– she prefers the native silver –
She admires the roughest crystals
– with virtuous circumspect –
– and upon the break of dawn –
She is plumber and engineer!
(begin letterbox poetry)
…… I fed.a de catt.a de leetel Feesh.a
ting’s….. No.ah
rice.a … Poor cat.a pure fee.sh.a …….
…… you write.a de big.a poet.tree ….
………. You are.a de Big mac.poet.tree
.. And I ama wean.y twig.a ……………..
.. Maybe summin in da coffee …. ha.ha
(end letterbox poetry)
Fatima Lasay, Quezon City
Friday, July 11, 2014