Post by AquarianM on Jul 8, 2004 at 7:13am
In Search Of The Flying Biscuit II...Driving by secret code,
Divining the runes I had written,
Atlanta freeway dodging,
Crossing Peachtree Lane,
Peach Tree Street,
Finally we deciphered 10th & Piedmont,
Tucked ourselves into a parking spot,
Only the Parking Angels saved the waiter from being broken,
And we sat on the fish-bowl patio,
Staring at sanded wood tables and chicken wired caged glass beads,
Listening to biscuits fly awaiting,
Iced tea and cute shops outside,
The magic landed on the table,
And the snapping gators were bespelled,
Wonderfully,
Leaving us sated and flying South,
Half-dozen biscuits in hand,
Don't forget the apple butter.
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 04/07/2004
Author's Comments:
To Panama City! White sands! Emerald waves! (Two If By Sea poem 0006)