dropKickMurphy
07-16-2004, 03:21 PM
Something about Oed's recent escapades has got me to thinking.... Is it best to follow your heart regardless of what it brings?.....What are the consequences of a sister scorned?... And, most profoundly, What the hell do the owls on the trash cans have to do with any of this?!?!
Anyways, Oed, I decided to take a crack at writing a poem to honor your unique plight. Here goes....
The Oedipus Dilemna
by DropKickMurphy
Last night in quiet desperation;
I filled five times the crystal snifter;
Reflecting on my situation:
My girlfriend or her young hot sister?
So tangled was this map of love;
Which route to choose? Who should be mine?
I begged for guidance from above;
Please, O God! Show me a sign!
Then having polished off the brandy;
Outside I went, spent jug to toss;
'Twas then I paused, quite drunk and randy;
Pondering two bins of discarded dross.
For upon each barrel stood an owl;
Great Horny females were the two;
"Shoo!", spat I. "Be off, vile fowl!"
They spun their heads and asked "Who.....who?"
As I endured a heart bisected;
(I freely admit this sounds absurd...
Perhaps by grape was I affected)
A sister's face now graced each bird.
A mirage brought by the Texas heat?
"I'll end this now!" I siezed a rock
Ere I could throw, from the old mesquite
Rose one more owl...a Great Horned cock.
He looped above the tender pair;
Then cried out from the sky “Who? Who?”
Could it be the answer to my prayer?
An omen sent? A fateful clue?
He plummeted toward the cans of trash;
With eyes ablaze, his beak a scowl;
As he absconded from the clash;
Each talon held a lady owl.
Oh wise Bubo virginianus!
Before I swear my marriage oath;
Ere either dons her wedding dress;
I have my answer: F—k ‘em both!
Anyways, Oed, I decided to take a crack at writing a poem to honor your unique plight. Here goes....
The Oedipus Dilemna
by DropKickMurphy
Last night in quiet desperation;
I filled five times the crystal snifter;
Reflecting on my situation:
My girlfriend or her young hot sister?
So tangled was this map of love;
Which route to choose? Who should be mine?
I begged for guidance from above;
Please, O God! Show me a sign!
Then having polished off the brandy;
Outside I went, spent jug to toss;
'Twas then I paused, quite drunk and randy;
Pondering two bins of discarded dross.
For upon each barrel stood an owl;
Great Horny females were the two;
"Shoo!", spat I. "Be off, vile fowl!"
They spun their heads and asked "Who.....who?"
As I endured a heart bisected;
(I freely admit this sounds absurd...
Perhaps by grape was I affected)
A sister's face now graced each bird.
A mirage brought by the Texas heat?
"I'll end this now!" I siezed a rock
Ere I could throw, from the old mesquite
Rose one more owl...a Great Horned cock.
He looped above the tender pair;
Then cried out from the sky “Who? Who?”
Could it be the answer to my prayer?
An omen sent? A fateful clue?
He plummeted toward the cans of trash;
With eyes ablaze, his beak a scowl;
As he absconded from the clash;
Each talon held a lady owl.
Oh wise Bubo virginianus!
Before I swear my marriage oath;
Ere either dons her wedding dress;
I have my answer: F—k ‘em both!