Musings by The Poet Loriet
Improbabilities
I try not to scratch
the angry red welts
on my legs and stomach
as I wonder about
the proverbial "what if"...
Why didn't Noah just SWAT
those two pesky mosquitos?
Poets who write about
making love in the green grass
under a blanket of stars
either have no fear
of West Nile virus
or have ten percent stock
in citronella.
Thos poets who pen
improbable romance
tend to leave
the rest of us
in de Nile.
Lori Beal
the angry red welts
on my legs and stomach
as I wonder about
the proverbial "what if"...
Why didn't Noah just SWAT
those two pesky mosquitos?
Poets who write about
making love in the green grass
under a blanket of stars
either have no fear
of West Nile virus
or have ten percent stock
in citronella.
Thos poets who pen
improbable romance
tend to leave
the rest of us
in de Nile.
Lori Beal
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