The world thought it had seen everything until all the guns went limp, like Dali watches. Monty Python-like, armies were reduced to yelling insults at each other. When they tried to throw hand grenades they found blancmanges in their hands.
Gangsters became a laughingstock when they had to resort to “Bang, bang, you’re dead.”
Lions fell about when all that popped out of the end of hunters’ rifles were corks on strings. Ducks danced on the hats of men camouflaged in the marshes.
And everyone lived happily ever after.
Doug Jacquier has lived in many places across Australia, including regional and remote communities, and has traveled extensively overseas. His poems and stories have been published in Australia, the US, the UK, Canada, New Zealand and India. He blogs at Six Crooked Highways.
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