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The Last Trolley

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

“Completely kaputski” said the engineer
as he tenderly shed 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.


The Children’s Lament
Written for the Twinsters
Ides of March MMXII
In memory of C. Julius Caesar

To the west the sky glowers gusty and gray
so our riding lesson was cancelled today.

Trixie and Eeyore refuse to trot whenever
the weather gets too cold or too hot.

Such intemperate rides are for mules bearing
fools or so it says in the Horse Union rules.

Choose one to ride on