LAST WEEKEND I accidentally dropped a pair of gloves in Moke’s driveway, in Steamboat. (I think they fell off the car as we left to return to Denver.) Later Moke found them decorated with – well, you can guess by the title of this post. Inspired, he sent me this poem:
Two black dots
upon my road
Looks like someone
dropped his load
Might be poop
or Jeb’s black gloves
Or tractor goop
or mourning doves
Oh my god
it’s worse than I thought
A coyote dog
left a great big glop
Right in the center
of one wide palm
For our dear Jeb
a rear end alm.
Thanks for the poem, Moke. (And for washing the gloves.)
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