Cats And Possums Pay No Taxes Poem by Donal Mahoney

Beautiful lady in the checkout lane
is spotted by Roscoe, a wealthy man
wandering in Walmart. He admires
her chocolate hair, bonbon eyes,
vanilla creme complexion, a walk
a runway model would envy.

This woman Roscoe thinks
he would marry until she turns
a profile and he sees her nose
is not unlike the possum snout
he saw last night on his deck,
a possum with a ski-slope snout

snuffling around for cat-food cans
he puts out at night for the feral cats
he favors because feral cats are
entrepreneurs who pay no taxes.
Possums pay no taxes either but
Roscoe can't abide a ski-slope snout.