When the fly dropped 3 inches

There was a fly siting on a leaf and was very hot. He said to himself if i drop 3 inches i could cool off by the mist from the lake. There was a fish in the water that said to himself, if the fly drops 3 inches then i can eat it. There was a bear in the woods beside the lake that said to himself, if the fly drops 3 inches, the fish will jump out the water and i can eat it. There was a hunter that said to himself, if the fly drops 3 inches the fish will jump out the water and the bear will step out into the opening and i can shoot it and have a real meal instead of this cheese sandwich. Its almost over. There was a mouse that was below the hunter that said to himself, if the fly drops 3 inches then the fish will jump out the water, the bear will eat the fish, the hunter will shoot the bear, and I can run off with the cheese sandwich. Last one. There was a cat that was behind the mouse that said to himself, if the fly drops three inches, the fish will jump out the water and eat it, the bear will eat the fish, the hunter will shoot the bear and drop his sandwich, the mouse will run off with the sandwich and i can eat the mouse.

The fly dropped 3 inches, the fish ate the fly, the bear ate the fish, the hunter shot the bear, the mouse ran off with the sandwich, the cat jumped at the mouse, missed and fell in the water.
the reason i told you this story is because every time a fly drops 3 inches a pussy gets wet.

Charge By The Inch

Having had one too many, a bar drinker was beginning to display an ugly side.

An unescorted female sat down beside him and he whispered to her, “Hey ! How
about it babe ? You and me ?”

As she got up to move, he said loudly, “Honey, you sure look like you could
use the money, but I don’t have an extra two dollars.”

She looked back and replied just as loudly, “What makes you think I charge by
the inch ?”

Form� parte de m� fue

Form� parte de m�
fue un corto tiempo
pas� desapercibida
fui indiferente, fui lento

�Por qu�? me pregunto ahora
si tan importante fue para mi vida
el desprecio asoma en mis pupilas
es cruel e injusta mi perfidia

Qui�n lo creyera
otrora sustento, hoy basura
el aire, oxidante, a�n no la da�a
a�n es limpia, a�n es pura

Nunca la hab�a observado bien
hasta hoy, a trav�s del agua
como salamandra hermosa
me observ� tambi�n

Su t�mida mirada
algo me quer�a decir suplicante
su inmovilidad fue la pauta
para dejarla de ver, fui cobarde

Ahora, pasado el tiempo,
un nudo ahoga mi garganta
qu� poco valoramos nuestros logros…
Inconmovible baj� la palanca.

“Poema escrito en una ida al ba�o”

Housewife

One day a man came home from work to find total chaos in the house. The kids were laying outside in the mud, still in their pajamas, and empty food boxes were on the kitchen counter.

When he opened the door, he found an even bigger mess: dishes on the counter, dog food spilled on the floor, a broken glass under the table and a pile of sand by the back door. The family room was strewn with toys, and a lamp had been knocked over.

He headed up the stairs, stepping over toys, to look for his wife.
He was becoming worried that she might be ill or that something terrible had happened to her.

He found her in the bedroom still in bed with her pajamas on, reading a book. She looked up at him, smiled and asked how his day had gone. He looked at her, bewildered, and asked, “What happened here today?”

She again smiled and answered, “You know, every day, you come home from work and ask me what I did today.”

“Yes” was his reply.

She answered, “Well, today, I didn’t do it!”