Bonjour Elaine Poem by David McLansky
Bonjour Elaine
A groundhog ate my tulip bulbs
I saw him in the morn;
Their bursting heads
Had barely blazed
Their petals chewed, now torn;
Beauty has no special right
To bob upon the lawn
I hold heir limpid tooth worked spears
And helpless glower and mourn.
The flower I thought to give to you
In tribute to your form
Was eaten by that waddling rat
Who sniffs the air with scorn.
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