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Shelf Life
by Kristina WoodhillMinnesota,
they say that you've a drought;
no foaming heads
softly crowning
amber waves,
amber waves.
Minnesota,
they say your key's been lost
or hid away;
stools upside down,
hops unshaved,
hops unshaved.
Wouldn't Carrie Nation
laugh out loud
and carry on.
“Redemption!” she would cry,
lifting glass,
smashing glass.
Her Nation toasting
roasted, saltless nuts,
twisted pretzel
governance,
dry, at last
dry, at last!
07/14/2011
Author's Note: http://www.startribune.com/politics/blogs/125490398.html
Minnesota's govt. is shut down. Beer brand licenses can't be renewed at the moment.
Posted on 07/14/2011
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 07/14/11 at 10:36 PM Unreal-I find this a wee bit distubing in this day and age. Thanks for sharing! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/15/11 at 02:17 AM I wonder what else wouldn't get done if the federal govt was really shut down. I'd love to see a national stike like they have in France when the people get really upset with the government. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 07/15/11 at 07:55 PM And that ain't all...if it keeps up, the state'll run out of cigarettes soon because there's no one to collect the tax or stamp the bottom of the packs with the required stamp. Good satiric poem Kristina...think I'll go home and read it again with an icy Corona in my hand! |
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