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Doing Duties

Brisk winter air has settled in
I venture into my back yard
Grab a rake and pile up leaves
To be burned, with disregard

As I set torch to said fallen
I reflect on a job well done
Something assuredly needed
Now who's the responsible one?

Holiday spirit surrounds me
Bundled up in my attire
I feel the warmth, I see the glow
Oh no! My pants are on fire!

Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2019

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Lindsay Laurie Date: 12/20/2019 6:11:00 PM G'day PAT … I'm laughed over your poem because a similar incident actually happened here. A Dad was burning tussock clumps one by one and his kids tried to help but they had surrounded Dad with fires. All ended well after the panic subsided - thanks PAT - Lindsay Login to Reply Pat Adams Date: 12/23/2019 4:18:00 PM Purely fiction here but of course completely possible!....Thanks for commenting Lindsay!.......pat

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart Date: 12/18/2019 10:05:00 PM LOL! Cute one Pat! ;))) xomo! Login to Reply Pat Adams Date: 12/19/2019 7:08:00 AM Thank you Maureen! I don't mind my poems being called cute! (In a husky manly man sort of way).....80)

Michelle Faulkner Date: 12/18/2019 6:26:00 PM Very droll, Pat, I hope your pants are on the mend! (so to speak) Login to Reply Pat Adams Date: 12/19/2019 7:07:00 AM They would be my imaginary pants, so they are cool!! Thanks for commenting. I'm hoping droll is something on the good side. Not really sure about that one!.......80)

Gershon Wolf Date: 12/18/2019 3:50:00 PM Hab, ha! Pat, you really had me walking right down the proverbial 'garden path' -- 'till I met up with that last line! Love it! :) gw Login to Reply Pat Adams Date: 12/19/2019 7:05:00 AM Thanks Gershon, glad you liked it......80)