The Bushwacked Notebook Poem by Stan Petrovich

The Bushwacked Notebook



Well, I was trying to stay
Tidy, keeping the 'font' small,
But rain kept falling
And the ceiling leaked
Red - brown.

So now I'm proud possessor
Of a hundred and one poems,
Completely discolored, charmless,
Dumb as a coffee stain
And wearing a frown.

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Stan Petrovich

Stan Petrovich

Fort Riley, KS
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