Relevant Honking?

Honk if you love Cheeze-its!

hollow is the sound
of lightly blown timbers
as though whispering sighs…
from a dying hound

to fluters who dare
to fill the bore proper
be it rudalls or prattens…
flutes really don’t care

neither soft nor sweet
gives relevance to the honk
for it wakens the dead…
right from their dull sleep

torment or delight
who is to say
as arbo ponders deeply…
the honk that sounds right

Oh, poets and puffers
Of breath you do wont
Not squeals, nor squeaks
But the attainable honk.

Not shrill, nor too mellow
But something that haunts
Rising up from the depths
An attainable honk.

And if one should feel
The slightest distraught
Take comfort in the presence
Of the attainable honk.

Remind me again
How it beckons and taunts
Those poets and puffers
And the attainable honk.

Arbo

Rob,
just to clarify… I’m from California. Born and raised.

Arbo

Silly geese! :laughing:

oh… you sounded as though yuz from the city of hills, ‘honkers, ny’

Honk! No, wait! Yes, honk! No, wait…oh, damn! What the bleep was that?!
Never mind… it’s just me. :swear:
Arbo

p.s. How about a flute poetry sticky?

Geez Rama,
you always put a smile on my face! :smiley:
Arbo

Nooooooooooooooo!!! :astonished: :cry: :boggle:


(Goldfish)

Oh, lighten up!
Arbo :pint:

Or maybe [u]Goosefish[/u].

Oh My! Worst extra job for a cop ever (unless they’re into that stuff). I can only imagine what the story was when he went home to the Mrs.

But on the original question, I honk when it seems proper to the tune. More of an art than a science but if that note deserves emphasis, and it’s ‘honkable’ I honk away.

Heads reel pondering
If honks are for horns or pipes.
Arbo, the jig is up.

Honk-ku!

Hon-koan

Q: If a man puts a gosling into a flute and feeds him until he is full-grown,

how can the man get the goose out without killing it or breaking the flute?

A: HONK!!! The goose is out!

So… I should stop feeding the gosling?
Assuming of course, that I want to stop the honking! :boggle:
arbo

There was a young fella who’d fart,
To honk on his Rudall & Carte,
He’d soon clear the room,
When he started a tune,
I, for one, will not suffer for his art.

:laughing:
http://www.comedycentral.com/videos/index.jhtml?videoId=209683&title=uncensored-toots-to-poots

Thanks for sharing! Guess that puts and END to this discussion.
I’ll excuse myself now…


Arbo