“AarghhHH!” the Zen Master moaned
“AarghhHH!” the Zen Master moaned.
“I was scattering karmic seeds
and the birds got them.
One flew North.
One flew South.
One flew East.
One flew West,
carrying my karmic seeds.”
“That’s because,” said his sensei,
“they look like sunflower seeds,
which all birds love,
and rats living near drainpipes.”
“AarghhHH!” the Zen Master roared,
“They’ve stolen my ledger!”