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Now silence creeps softly
through our whole house all day
since the big yellow bus
hauled their laughter away.
From cedar swamps
has he arisen
to go suck blood
that is not his’n.
Which FBI gumshoe
was in charge of this show?
Was it Barney P. Fife
or Inspector Clouseau?
A potty mouth
but shining wit;
I heard the news
and said, “ Oh, s***!”
As he limps from the stage
attention is lacking
and nobody listens
while he keeps on quacking.
You veer and you swerve
you cut and you squeeze,
for streets in Spokane
are much like Swiss cheese.
As he shaved today,
alarmed, he looked nearer --
how did that old guy
get into the mirror?
First clouds, then sun, then rain and snow
in quick succession come and go
and thus we have the springtime’s way –
three months of weather in one day.
Squirrel on the barbie,
rabbit hit by a car,
a half rack of Ice House
and a Rum Crook cigar.
Snow on the lawn
frost on the pane
thermostat up –
spring, Coeur d’Alene.
