The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Goober the Pigeon Petter
There exists a man who likes to be called Goober. He loved visiting parks and recreation areas and in his spare moments, he would try to pet the pigeons that visited the day. That was a good thing and he never got sick from anything like salmonella or other malady associated with touching a pigeon. Goober sold books for a living, but sadly no one bought any of them save for 2 copies of his books in the days that he was young. So that was ok but he really liked his spare key set that he used to have in his bathroom and he used to pick ear wax out of his ears. I like goober quite a bit and even admit that I might have used a key to remove ear wax once in a while. But that said, Goober was busy with his chocolate factory workings and he never called me but once in the days since we both bought new cars to drive through the streets. Goober's chocolate factory was big and tall and he sold chocolate to all the boys and girls in the entire nation that he enjoyed. It was a good thing, but sadly, sometimes the chocolate was quite sour. In fact the chocolate was really more like milk wheat and it really did not taste that great most of the time, except when you lit it on fire and had it with a glass of wine. So if you do see Goober riding his bicycle in the hallways of your favorite high school someday, please tell him that his new car really looks great, but that it is missing a wheel or maybe a tire or maybe the steering wheel as well. Thanks.
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