Scene: A taxidermy shop, where a lady has just brought in her two pet squirrels, both of which died today.
The following conversation takes place: (the lady speaks first, then the taxidermist, then the lady again.)
'I loved them so. You know, the bands
of love are strong. Everyone understands.'
'You loved them; that's what counted.
So did you want them mounted? '
'Oh, no, not that! Just holding hands! '
Just take an old joke and try to turn it into a poem. I guess I learned it from Wes Vogler. Thanks for the comment!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am pretty sure I commented on this poem. Where did my comment go? You never fail to make me smile, Kim, or sometimes shake my head.
Your other comment and my response are perfectly visible to me. Thanks for commenting again!