October 27, 2022, michaelbray Environment/Creation, Poetry,

Lamentations Over a Trapped Skunk

(A.k.a. “A War with Nature”)

Trapped that skunk and dragged
His mammalian ass into the pond
Where he met his doom and drowned!
No more stinkin’ up our house;
We trapped your ass like a mouse!
Put you down under that water;
You’re done bein’ a master farter!
But, really, I’m sorry, little skunk;
It’s not that you’re a nasty punk.
You gotta do what you gotta do,
And you can’t help put out that do-do.
The good Lord made you what you are
Just like the heavens and the stars!
But for real, you won’t be missed
Unless those baby skunks get pissed,
Come back with a mighty haste
And spray that stink all over this place!

1630 on 23 Oct., 2022
(Poetry for the Common Man)

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