Cut Her Purse Poem by James McLain

She always knew that he was going to cut her purse
and save her from her losses.
And rain water on the rest of the blue world.
When slain then they are neatly trapped and damned.
Even if it the snow still looks out of reach, thereupon.
And upon how angry winds come undrerneeth each leaf it blows.
Remember that you sow more than yee even yea, I reap.
It is a beast from round the hill and walks as such.
And much, much more than that when stuck between,
is when dog becomes that very beast, doors open for.