Poem 37
From the anthology, Voices From Mt. Olive Cemetery, a work in progress.
Clyde Duran 1894-1923 Kindly show me the exit sign! My watch fob is missing. It is most likely with the trench nails. Those nails lay strewn by the cat, Out back amongst the kiln bricks, And the broken wheelbarrow. Send for the constable! Summon the parson with the forked tongue! Peel the oranges carefully please. Use the trench nails! Here kitty kitty kitty. Have you, my little furry friend, Seen the exit sign? Mother may have hidden it, out back, With the cream cookies. How dare I once again, Steal the cream cookies! Mother Mother. I tried to please you best I could. Sorry I displeased you with My lazy irresponsible ways. Sorry for being such a disappointment to you. Where is my watch fob? Where is my sweet little kitty? Send for the constable! Summon the lying parson! And kindly show me the exit sign!
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