Bob came to the picnic with his horse
he named Jack
and every time he ate cucumbers
(the horse that is)
he had a horsey heart attack
so Bob left the picnic that day
while Jack on the other hand
got buried out back...........
(June 11, 1994 )
Author's Notes/Comments:
a poem the entire poetry meeting wrote (The Parkersburg Chapter of the West Virginia Poetry Society) at the Bonanza restaurant in Vienna, W.V. I finished it by writing the very last line. We also titled our Fall anthology "Poetic Gifts" which is the title I thought up and everyone voted for.