I’ve got garlic on my breath
and my head it feels like death
has attacked it.
The garlic keeps away
all the vampires here today –
it’s a tactic
that I use
though it’s liable to confuse
all the wily werewolves
and the shape-shifting sorts
who hang around here.
There are strange creatures stirring,
the tea and coffee spoons are whirring,
and a wealth of wondrous things occurring;
but, my memory, is blurring,
and I just want to say ‘Goodbye!’
“That’s just adding insult to injury!”
He had said to me
‘injury + insult = ?’
I thought long and hard
But, couldn’t work out the answer.
I ran after him.
“What did you mean when you said that I was ‘adding insult to injury?’ ” I called out when I was alongside the tall, stately looking man.
He never slowed his pace; but, talking across to me, he answered: “I meant that you not only hurt my pride but you insulted my intelligence.”
“So, it wasn’t a mathematical equation?” I uttered.
He stopped and looked at me. “You’re weird!” He stated. Then turned his back upon me once more. He strode off without a backwards glance (again).
I let him go.
I mulled this over.
“He could have something there.”
I thought further.
‘injury + insult = weirdness!’
“No. That makes little sense. He was just winding me up.”
I walked off, mumbling to myself.
“insult… injury… weird… injury… insult… ”
People watched the young man curiously as he wended his weird way up the street.
Such is life.
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Warning – portal possibilities!
No matter if you can’t be a sayer
Or if you get your ‘Euphoria’
Mixed up with your ‘Hypochondria’
They are only words
That in some quarters
Are no more relevant
Than an Indian elegant.
What matters is
To avoid the trap
And whether you care
About the letters there
In order to put your best
In order, lest they fail to achieve
Their potential in another dimensional vista.
Platitudes at latitudes
And attitudes to longitudes
But ‘nothing’ lasts for ever;
And ‘something’ always changes
Strange is the thought that
That’s the way of things
C’est la vie!