2014 #207

Maybe because hawks are not the most
sociable pickles at the pepper fair,
but maybe they should go to that pepper

fair and get acquainted with one unsung
pickle who goes simply by Jim,
who wasn’t and isn’t a pickle

given to the putting on of what
he’s been known to term bloviation airs.
Never embarrassed to take a tour

group to the local pepper fair
and never lets the pickles there who sneer
who give his kind a foul name ruin

his day or his performance
as a pepper fair tour guide;
or maybe hawks have better things to do.

See? Even giving a silly pickle
silly human attributes works
better than working with hawks

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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