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The Trolley

Our trolley doesn’t run no more,
it died outside my door.

“Completely kaputski” the engineer said,
tenderly shedding one farewell tear.

No more clanging of bell when it creeps up the hill
nor squealing of brakes as it scampers down.

Our trolley will now forever be still
so the engineer is walking all
the way back to town.


J’en ai ras le bol*

Talk like that is such a bore.
You count and recount—
one two three four.
I cannot take it any more,
if you do not shut up
iamb out that door!

————————*I’ve had it up to here!

The Children’s Lament
Written for the Twinsters
upon the Ides of March MMXII
in Memory of C. Julius Caesar

To the West the sky glowers stormy and gray
so our riding lesson was cancelled today.

Horses refuse to go out when it’s rainy or cool
for that’s strictly against the Horse Union rule.