When pigs cease to fly
it’s time to say good-bye.
I’ve had enough of you
and all the times I’d woo
you with four leaves of clover.
See you when hell freezes over.
– Felix Morgenstern (© 2010)
Written specifically for Sunday Scribblings and When Pigs Fly / When Hell Freezes Over.
All the Morgenstern poetry (Felix and Christian) posted in this blog
Zu diesem Garten / About this garden // Wahrheit oder ihr Irrbild, Amplituden ein und desselben? Hier etwas, das gelesen werden kann, vielleicht sogar wird. In einem Garten wächst etwas. Nützliches, Unkraut. Genau das soll hier wachsen. Truth or its distortion, amplitudes of one and the same? Something that can be read and maybe even gets read. Things grow in a garden. Useful stuff as well as weeds. Exactly that is supposed to grow here.
5 comments:
Very fun way to say "good riddance" to someone. Made me smile!
We all have a lot of catching up to do when hell freezes over.
^Giggles^ such a brief, fun write incorporating both of the Sunday Scribblings prompts... great energy.
THANK YOU!
What A great goodbye!Loved it.
short, sweet, and to the point! Nice use of the prompts!
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