Rusty
My garden planter's turned to rust
And I am slightly vexed
For outdoor items should, I trust,
Not leave me so perplexed.
If they are meant to be outside
You'd think that would imply
That what they're made of could abide
When weather's not quite dry.
My "outdoor" ceiling fans, as well,
Have rusted and look bad.
Though they still work, the fact they sell
For "outdoors" makes me mad.
I guess in Mother Nature's realm
We have to be resigned
To knowing when she's at the helm
She'll leave some rust behind.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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