Friday, August 21, 2009

Poem 50


 

I don't remember much

About the weather in Nantucket

Nor easily recall a ceiling drama

Or carefully placed grey bucket -

But when it rains too rapidly

For the roofing to keep us dry

A bucket, waste bin or dumpster

Will help prevent Mr. Bill's shrill cry

"Oh, shit we all will die."


 

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