redskelf
Bio
I am a poet. I write verse.
A Shaggy Rug Tale
I’m just a lowly, humble rug, Prostrate upon the floor, And people walk all over me, But that’s what rugs are for. I’m taken out, sometimes, it’s true, And beaten with a stick. I don’t think I deserve it, But it’s just because I’m thick. My owners call the doctor out, He tends me for a while; He washes me and touches me up, And soothes my twisted pile. My uncle’s a fitted carpet. He covers a whole room, But my size was preordained at birth Even in my mother’s loom. My cousin flies around …Read more
The Vietnamese Pot-bellied Pig
My husband bought Fred for my birthday; a Vietnamese pot-bellied pig. He assured me the pigman had told him, That it wouldn’t grow up to be big. Well, either the pigman was lying Or I fed it on something too rich, For it grew to the size of a bison, And walking a bison’s a bitch! The difficult thing was I loved him, wrinkly skin, pot belly and all, So I could hardly ask if he’d kept the receipt That promised the pig would stay small. It started to come in between us, Kept pushing him out …Read more
