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Light Verse
A Fragile Muse
I was midway with my
poem
“Happiness,” proud of myself,
When a twister shook the cottage
And my books fell off the shelf.
Next the light turned into darkness,
My typewriter ceased its chatter,
Then wild lightning flashed, and thunder
Rent the night with banging clatter.
Instantly a violent torrent
Pounded through the roof inside.
It was toil to keep my poor Muse
From committing suicide.
Soon my consciousness grew faint...
With the early dawning, I
Found my pencil-scribbled verse
About the nightmare, drifting by…
I hope it wins some contest money
To fix my house and clean the mess,
Or I won’t be fit for fini-
Shing my poem “Happiness.”
Commiseration
On My Crashed Car
(Written to the
melody of the song
“I’m looking over a four-leaf clover”)
I couldn’t believe it
Nor could I conceive it;
My Taurus got dented and bent.
It slipped off the shoulder,
Bumped into a boulder
And on down the hillside it went.
It rolled to the bottom,
Crushed flowers of autumn,
And fell with its wheels to the sky.
The motor was hissing,
The hubcaps were missing
And I had a beaten-up eye.
I couldn’t believe it
Nor could I conceive it
Or ev’n, for the life of me, guess
I’d meet such a sorrow—
No car for tomorrow—
And wind up in such a big mess.
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