Punxy Phil I Am
Here I am in my dear homeplace.
Amidst the cheer and chatter.
I see such hope on every face
as they yank me out with a clatter.
A chamomile tea would suit me well.
So hurry off my good man.
Tis' nearly time that I foretell
as only Punxy can.
So many folks from near and far
have come to hear my prediction.
Like wishing on a falling star
they all eat up this fiction!
All these humans take my word
and watch my fetching shadow.
To me it's bordering on absurd;
just a showman born to wow!
For contest "Punxsutawney Phil Speaks"
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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