Gershon Wolf Poet Personification

Little Red Runt

No? You don't have pity on me? You should!
   I'm sure you'd rather be a stick of wood
Food that doesn't smell so good, if you could
   ~ Rather than be me ...

Spend your days rained on, snowed on
   Hailed on, stepped on -- why stop here? --
Spat on, urinated and dumped on
   ~  Sniff my coat of rancid beer

What I've suffered, what I have endured
   From yellow rivers to cursed curs' turds -- 
The very thought of it all is too gross for words

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Michelle Faulkner January 24, 2019 at 1:23 PM This made me laugh, you can be wickedly witty! Gershon Wolf January 24, 2019 at 4:36 PM Just hope that I can be more witty than wicked! Thanks for the feedback, Michelle. It certainly tells me that my aim was ok with this one. :) gw

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 23, 2019 at 10:28 PM Ooh hoo, that's good. x Gershon Wolf January 24, 2019 at 8:44 AM I thought that this one might be right up your (oops, tee hee) -- alley! :) gw