Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Poem #189

Invading skunks,
cops are drunks.
What's going on in this town?

Pumpkin trees
and your knobby knees
to chase away my frown.

The first stanza involves us having come home to discover three pair of skunks waddling around on our lawn. It also involves a report we heard about a cop in our town being disciplined for drunk driving.

The second involves my experiment in growing pumpkins from seeds. The mention of my darling wife's knobby knees is an allusion to her having lost an amazing amount of weight.

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