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port-a-potty woes
by Kyle Anne Kishpumpkin weather
came late this year
and frost is starting
to glisten
on the rooftops
like diamond dust
in the moonlight.
trees are turning
to golds, reds,
oranges, purples
and finally to browns.
but when i look
out my front door
what do i see?
a giant man-made
anthill and a port-a-potty.
they came in october
with backhoes and such
ripping up the greenery
of everything they touch.
the port-a-potty
is a sensuous green
which tips over at times
sending a less than serene
smell of, well I wont say,
but it gets in the way
of enjoying my autumn
in a sangfroid way
and what of the anthill
that irks me no end
am i supposed to enjoy
the view it offends?
excuse me im headed out
to tip the port-a-potty
downhill from the wind
and then have some tea.
11/04/2007 Posted on 11/04/2007
Copyright © 2025 Kyle Anne Kish
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Frank Lee on 11/04/07 at 05:40 AM haha this is hilarious. well presented. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/06/07 at 11:08 PM Shall I hold my nose while I read this or what? You are so funny! Crazy, funny lady... ;-) Of course, things like this always happen in front of your house or my house. hahahaha!
~Chelle~
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/16/08 at 06:36 PM What a hoot! I'm glad this was in the fav list - I can see why. Of course, I love the "sensuous green" porta-potty. hahahahaahhaha |
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