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Monday, August 30, 2021

poem 103

by dog e relaford



hello i am a human trapped in a dog
i am a lamppost trapped in a fog
i am a mouse trapped in a cat
do you have a problem with that?

everything to itself is true
no matter how many changes it goes through
if it starts as an owl and ends as a frog
when it rains it sleeps in a hollow log

joe was born in a house on a windy hill
he had a servant named little bill
a cook named wilma and a chauffeur named brown
but all he wanted was to live in town

he sold the house to an arab prince
and joe has not been heard from since
wilma and brown and little bill
all got jobs at the old mill

the prince forgot about his purchase
and ran away and joined the circus
now the house is inhabited by raccoons
and the wind blows through it and plays sad tunes

no one remembers when they were born
you can go to the store and buy a can of corn
but you will never know what the scarecrow thought
when the trap was sprung and the fox was caught



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