Saturday, January 12, 2008

pumpkin patch: a poem


there is rime on my pumpkins
thought the farmer

and soft hoarfrost

how melancholy is my life


the farmer thought
about escaping to the city
and then laughed

because that was so ironic


the farmer looked over his pumpkin patch
and he thought about his pumpkins

....or did he?????

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