A bull who was a trifle bored <br />and tired to see humans gored, <br />had wandered through the market square <br />inhaling, as he went, the air. <br /> <br />A sign caught his now roving eye <br />and he decided to stop by. <br />But as he entered through the door <br />a precious vase fell to the floor. <br /> <br />And two more steps produced much noise <br />he had discovered novel toys. <br />'Have you', he asked the owner, 'Pop <br />seen bulls inside a china shop? ' <br /> <br />The man, who, close to ninety- five <br /> was happy to be still alive, <br />but answered 'Taurus, listen, dear <br />you truly have no business here.' <br /> <br />At this the bull became offended <br />so much that he at once upended <br />the chair that Pop was occupying <br />and sent the whole contraption flying. <br /> <br />Yet it so happened that a saucer <br />had rested on a book by Chaucer. <br />Upon the lap holding a cup, <br />it, too escaped theChina Shop. <br /> <br />The saucer caused some turbulence <br />and started cruising, in a sense. <br />And Pop, or so it would appear <br />still travels through the Stratosphere. <br /> <br />As you can see, not all that seems <br />incongruent, by any means <br />and be it Paris, Lourdes or Rome, <br />no china left? Use styrofoam.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/styrofoam/
