Poetry Forum

Everyone seems to wax poetic about Ryôan Temple's stone garden. I went. I saw. The monks have a great cash cow. No wonder they smile mysteriously when you see it and ask, "That's it?"

Ryôanji? Really?
Dirt, gravel, mossy rock piles?
Just like my back yard.

(Just couldn't help it... )

.......but you can kick a ball about in your backyard - not just a koan.

barrie wrote:.......but you can kick a ball about in your backyard - not just a koan.

And if you catch the right monk at the right time as he smiles mysteriously, he may reply, "Will koans never cease?"

F'narg, whadda, must compute, brain wang, spliff needed, at ease, nope it's dope, floodgate massacre. OK-Computer.

By means of reciprocation.

Can one moan down telephones making gronal noises from the scrotal sackage, though?

Sorry Gene, just couldn't help it!

beautifulloser wrote:F'narg, whadda, must compute, brain wang, spliff needed, at ease, nope it's dope, floodgate massacre. OK-Computer.

By means of reciprocation.

Can one moan down telephones making gronal noises from the scrotal sackage, though?

Sorry Gene, just couldn't help it!

Off to the temple stoop. A set of fly-catching chopsticks for the lad.

Off to the temple stoop. A set of fly-catching chopsticks for the lad.

Plus some wax and a chamois.

Daniel-Son
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