06-25-2015, 02:19 PM
Flamingoes stalk the grass in rows
and gnomes mould mushroom huts;
old men keep them waxed and posed,
for children run amuck.
The bake sale draws a modest crowd,
but teens bring uncooked eggs,
their shells lie broken, disavowed,
while mothers cry, “For shame!”
and gnomes mould mushroom huts;
old men keep them waxed and posed,
for children run amuck.
The bake sale draws a modest crowd,
but teens bring uncooked eggs,
their shells lie broken, disavowed,
while mothers cry, “For shame!”