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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
What an intriguing mix of revelers. Clever, Rene! I love the industrious little pot scrubber. (Likely my totem animal, hee hee)
ReplyDeletehoney badgers got a right mind
ReplyDeleteto realize the noisy aint his kind
refuse to get caught up in alla fuss
o' paper crowns, dont care bout us
I'm going to fantasize he's coming home to me! You've created quite a character in the pot scrubber.
ReplyDeleteThis is so charming and vivid
ReplyDeleteLovely amalgamation of critters!!
ReplyDeleteLove visualizing this scene. Made me smile.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you shared in Poetry Pantry.
I particularly like the last couplet - the country sun is his reward for his labours.
ReplyDeleteA graphic tale in tune with the picture. :)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the tone of your poem. Beautiful artwork!
ReplyDeleteAw, the life of a commuter!
ReplyDeleteHad 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!
ReplyDeleteA great party. Someone's always left with the washing-up.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wise little honey badger he is !
ReplyDeleteSweet badger...
ReplyDeleteFun!
ReplyDeleteit's always a sight.....
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