Alfred Overton, British
“That’s a Bummer the Vet Was Closed, Rusty. Oh Well — Looks Like I’ll Just Have To Neuter You Myself,” 1949
Oil on board
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/// This medieval hunt scene’s atmospheric.
(Hills are spherical; is it satiric?)
Will the hunter’s scythe cut
the head off of that mutt.
From his fangs, it sure seems he’s vampiric.
/// Hyper hunting hound’s famous, forsooth.
He finds cannabis growing. In truth,
as a drug-sniffing dog
he’s lived high on the hog,
but, alas, he’s now long in the tooth.
/// Long the hunter walks on, thoughts unspoken.
To the dog, what does silence betoken?
The sharp scythe’s shiny blade
will make this male a “maid,”
but why “fix” what is clearly not broken?
/// Is this hunter a gal or a guy?
Do those hills look like breasts? If so, why?
Footwear comes to long points
for the storage of joints.
It seems hunter (or huntress) is high.
/// In male clothes could this be a cross-dresser?
If so, let’s not think any the lesser
of this “lad” with red lips
and wide child-bearing hips.
Let “him” take it up with “his” confessor.
/// But the Huntress was not all alone
in not letting her gender be known.
Her confessor at least
was a transgender priest
who would come to be known as Pope Joan.
/// He was born the result of a crime.
Mother Nature raped by Father Time.
His Dad left him this sickle,
(it’s not worth a plugged nickel),
and his Earth Mother just left him grime.