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Image: Helen Ward via Magpie Tales


It's always a sight at the trattorie
when wild city critters make a scene

crumbled cake, candelabras
chaos and weasels in starched collars

paper crowns, rumpled nightgowns
won't someone turn that racket down?

reptilian wait staff spin and slither
a tortoise brings breakfast in time for dinner

but there...
in the midst of all the clatter
a honey badger pot scrubber
for whom the noise doesn't matter

he keeps to himself, he doesn't care
doesn't give a whit about the whole affair

he sticks to his task, gets it done
then leaves the city moon for the country sun

Rene ~ April 28, 2013

Comments

  1. What an intriguing mix of revelers. Clever, Rene! I love the industrious little pot scrubber. (Likely my totem animal, hee hee)

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  2. honey badgers got a right mind
    to realize the noisy aint his kind

    refuse to get caught up in alla fuss
    o' paper crowns, dont care bout us

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  3. I'm going to fantasize he's coming home to me! You've created quite a character in the pot scrubber.

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  4. This is so charming and vivid

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  5. Love visualizing this scene. Made me smile.

    So glad you shared in Poetry Pantry.

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  6. I particularly like the last couplet - the country sun is his reward for his labours.

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  7. A graphic tale in tune with the picture. :)

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  8. I enjoyed the tone of your poem. Beautiful artwork!

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  9. Had to laugh at the honey badger doesn't care - reminds me of the video of the honey badger! Have you seen it? very funny video!

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  10. A great party. Someone's always left with the washing-up.

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  11. What a wise little honey badger he is !

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