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Under the Shed

Under the shed is a groundhog, Living without my consent. Once in a while he emerges; His presence I’ve come to resent. Likely he’s dug a deep burrow And most of the time he’s away. I don’t think that I can evict him; It seems like he’s planning to stay. In previous years we’ve had foxes, With kits that would frolic and romp, But this year we’re stuck with a groundhog, Whose lumbering gait’s more a clomp.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022




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Date: 6/18/2022 7:50:00 PM
I am smiling now; it sounds like you have moved to the country! Or maybe a groundhog has moved to the city?
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Date: 5/23/2022 8:47:00 PM
What if it's Punxatawney Phil?! You should get his autograph just in case, Ilene! ~ Bill Murray
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Date: 5/23/2022 11:24:00 AM
we have gophers... i feel your pain
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Date: 5/23/2022 11:19:00 AM
A former employee who lives in KY has the same problem except claims I cursed her when I said it was big because it was a pregnant female and now has a litter to contend with. Ground hog pups available in Lexington! Aloha!
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Date: 5/22/2022 11:54:00 AM
I certainly hear you, Ilene. On the other hand, if you can capture a baby groundhog, they make absolutely marvelous pets. I had a neighbor who did so, and his groundhog literally followed him everywhere. It was so heartwarming. On the other hand, most farmers despise them because they dig burrows in the fields. Loved your poem.
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