That grumpy cat picture
could pretty much
take the place
of this poem about Gail.
What foul winds,
what miasma within
could dwell from a perch
with the best view in town?
If my kids, and the neighbor kids
and all kids
stopped going to the park past her house
and disappeared.
Would that sour puss crack a smile?
Gail in Pomes and Epigrams
Revised: 12/21/2023 9:52 a.m.
- Jan. 28, 2022, 10 a.m.
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Last updated December 21, 2023
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