Popsicles

Why is the grass deadly brown?
Who has done this to the
eternal colour maker?
Why would someone do
this to our friend?  Oh,
I see now.  It is her!
That old cow, affectionately
known as Mother Nature.
She has frozen her earth
and dumped snow on our
grass.  It is HER!!  She
has turned to EVIL.  But
what is that I spy?  A
shred of green, a new
bud.  Could our mother
be turning up the heat?
One can only hope, as
my testicles are now
permanently frozen!!
May visit the local sperm
bank before winter's
end.

 

written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate

 

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