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Me and My Feather Duster
by Kyle Anne KishOh to fly again
my dear feather duster
do you miss cruising
the sky .... flying high?
Your plumage is so dark.
Were you a turkey or a lark?
Can I make you once again
a pheasant or a wren
in the sky ... flying high?
Were I to cut your feather’s loose
attach a head and a caboose
would you, once more,
be in the sky ... flying high?
But for now, the day won’t come
where you bask out in the sun
without an extension handle.
To fly again is too much a gamble,
in the sky ... flying high.
So you and I were meant to be
alone in both our misery.
You shall never fly ... fly high,
nor will I.
In the sky ... flying high?
Phooey, it’s not all
it’s cracked up to be,
at least, not for you and me.
This is not such a terrible plight
since you and I are afraid of height.
We’ll sit on the porch ... your extension
handle wrapped in my arm,
and woo each other with delightful charm. 06/09/2007 Posted on 06/09/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kyle Anne Kish
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 06/09/07 at 04:14 PM Please may I join you two for a spot of sWoops? |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 06/09/07 at 04:14 PM I adore this poem, my friend! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/10/07 at 02:57 AM heheheheeh, this just tickles my flight of fancy! |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 06/12/07 at 03:57 AM LoL! this one was funny and a pleasure to read.. aloha |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/04/09 at 12:15 PM Cute piece! I keep buying fether dusters and promptly misplace them. My grandson like me to tickle him with it. I enjoyed this....alot! |
| Posted by Roger J Kenyon on 02/13/11 at 06:57 PM Great poem Ms. Kish that made me laugh and to think I use aswiffer with a plastic handle.Sigh! |
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