That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for February 05, 2025

“Thanks for everything, Dad.”

/// When The Lumberjacks make their Return,

the youth looks at his père with concern.

They have bonfires to fix;

he totes dead leaves and sticks.

Should they not have chopped logs they can burn?

I’ve got an idea for a game where you try removing sticks from a pile.

Forget it Jinga, sounds like a waste of time.

/// This is Masterpiece three-four-five-six.

Are there patterns in pieces Steve picks?

Number two-three-four-five

was a French oil, (no jive),

of a guy, his back laden with sticks!

One of the original fascists.

“We really need to move closer to where the trees are.”

“Thanks for carrying thet thar load fer me, son. My dang back itches somethin’’ fierce! Say, now … ain’t those branches from … poison sumac?!”

Another great moment of phallic history in art.

It’s some new imported variety of chicken called Ostrich. All they said was “be sure to bring the big ax”.

Unfortunately his idea got the axe.

“I brought you all the way out here to discuss what you and my wife have been doing while I’ve been away….”

“Just a minute – what the hell are we doing?!!!??

We’ve got central heating!"

He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps, he likes to press wild flowers……

We’re all set for our camping trip. I’ve got the firewood, you’ve got the axe……wait, who was supposed to bring the tent?

…and that, son, is how you chop twigs. Next time we we’ll go bigger and do a few branches and maybe a little tree.