Lady Auburn Art
Woodshed
How can we go to the woodshed?
Many math equations end up this way,
attached to that garden shed.
Under the cabin is the answer to the math equation
that gives me that sensation
of misery and confusion.
Behind the hutch and under the Dutch
man, how can we get to be?
The letter ‘b’?
No! to the ‘be’ hut.
We don’t like no shanties!
Well, you live in a hovel
but I have the shovel
for your dream come true.
The cattle shed was once here
but it was torn down.
The math equation wasn’t blood-curdling
it was only subjectively spine-tingling
and no one was frightened when that day came.
So, the cattle ran out and none were lame.
The math equation was sought after
and the answer was the latter
or the before situational laughter.
What about true poignant laughter?
Oh, that hurts too much- easy is the surface of
the water that does ripple but
it flows right over without a rub
to make our skin raddy or unslightly.
Should we go to the woodshed?
We can find the equational answer elsewhere;
the potting shed, the lockup or maybe the lean-to.
Everything is temporary.
We are all under shelters, not homes.
Outbuildings have the answers now, not cement
or wood fibers.
We live for false accuracy
and flowers without petals.
Petrifying- Just like our brains.
Appalling- Just like our actions
Sinister- Just like our wishes and dreams.
Where are all of the math equations?
They were taken to the woodshed.
Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art
I realized that I have been depending on my own unexpanded vocabulary for writing and so I looked up some synonyms for the words woodshed and scary. I tried to incorporate as many as I could.
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