Sunday, April 26, 2009

Poem 15


 

You cannot flirt with the dirt;

Nor ask it out to tea.

If you take it to your Starbucks

They'll sigh and say "Just leave."

It's there for shoveling, raking or hoeing;

A place to put your crop when sowing;

Something to spot you shirt or pants;

A lovely place for raising ants.


 

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