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!

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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

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

Date: 12/18/2019 10:05:00 PM

LOL! Cute one Pat! ;))) xomo!

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)

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

Pat Adams
Date: 12/19/2019 7:05:00 AM

Thanks Gershon, glad you liked it......80)