Dear Reader,
Word Raccoon found this poem in a notebook from last year and it seemed to want some fresh air, so I thought I’d oblige it.
If You Please, Sir
If you please, Sir,
don’t be angry that I
stole your
poetic energy.
It crouched in a cold hedge
on a lonely road
just outside of town.
I called to it and wrapped it
in my blue sweater when it
stumbled towards me.
I fed it donut holes in my car
and we stayed up
till dawn writing.
It said it used to do that with you.
We drank coffee,
and I showed it how
to use my Freewrite until
at the sound of the trash truck,
I
released it from my sweater and
told it to
go on home.
See, we wrote you a poem.
The happiest of upcoming holidays! Fireworks for all!
Drema