George Hunter

Stamps - Poem by George Hunter

Today I'm in a stew
Because I'm out of brew.
Weather's bad, you clown
So you can't go to town
So what's an old fart to do?

Not able to make an excursion
I needed some other diversion.
So got out my stamps
A good job for a Gramps
And to that I had no aversion.

My collecting had been aborted
Was a long time since I sorted.
So to get back in the groove
Bought some U.S. on approve.
My album thought I'd been deported.

Turned out to be quite a caper
Soaking those stamps off their paper.
It took me so long
That I sang me a song
As I pressed them flat in newspaper.

And so I passed the time
When I wasn't making a rhyme.
Sorted out all the faces
Pasted them in their places
And was happy to get off the dime.

They call this hobby Philately
It's a great way to dillidately
If you've time on your hand
It sure beats the band
Of hiking through Death Valley.

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  • Valerie Dohren (4/18/2012 2:42:00 PM)

    Very good, very amusing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 7, 2012

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