Welcome to the Buk Show with Ma & Pa....Will you all forgive me?
Pa: take that hat off, there's a lady in the room
Ma: it's ok Pa, it doesn't come off
Buk: If you hear your name..as an echo,
Pa: not that stuff again
Buk:Pa...you wrote your first poem yesterday, how was it?
Pa: nothing to it...easy as changing plugs on a 72' Jimmy
Ma: oh Pa, I remember the Jimmy, hands and hearts..we
Buk: yea, hands, great...Pa, you read a few as well..are you going to be a regular vistor to the poetry scene?
Ma: now Buk, Pa is a hard working Certified Mechanic, poetry is not his forte
Pa: farte? I did not...he's the one with soiled pants...and poets are weird
Buk: did any of the poets speak to you?
Pa: that Otteri guy, what the hell does hp do other than instigate thought..and that Ghost dude...man he's a big one
Ma: Koye sends my heart to heavenly plateaus
Pa: there she goes, next she'll be talking in tongues
Buk: yummmm, tongue...with corn and
Pa: oh man...HEY, PANTS MAN...GET YOUR GRUBBY PAWS OFF MY TOOLS
Ma: look Pa, he's spelling something..wait...wait..there it is, can you feel the truth?
Pa: I got his truth right here
Ma: run Buk run
Buk: now that's funny
Pa: Ma, I don't know what you see in those poet types
Ma: they are a bit weird, come here Pa
Buk: excuse me Mr. Cow, do you all have any sausage around here?