The Myth of Wile E

The Ballad of Don Coyote

I wrote a quick letter to the power company, asking them to ask the Answers and Advice people if they knew what "fi fa" meant. They'd been helpful before, so why not.

Then I gave the RSVP poem a place of honor on my wall (even though it didn't quite match the wallpaper) and sent the poetry people something else as a show of appreciation. Maybe they'd respond with another poem! Something from Poe this time, maybe? Or Frost?

This could become a poetry exchange club!

I sent them:

The Impossible Scheme

To scheme the impossible scheme
To feed coyotus famishii
To cope with malfunctioning rockets
and bombs, that when flung do not fly

To draft the implausible plan
To flap the unflappable foe
To set faulty traps for the foolish
Then rush in, where the wise dare not go . . .

This is his fate! To follow that bird!
No matter how pointless, and even absurd . . .
To implement plots, without caution or pause . . .
To be willing to skate off a cliff for a ludicrous cause!

And he knows, if he'll only be true,
to his singular quest,
that his mark will be made on the earth . . .
where he falls to his death.

But the world will be better for this:
that Wile E., singed and flattened and scarred,
still strives with his blueprints from Acme
to scheme the impossible scheme . . .
to catch the uncatchable bird!