The End Of The Road Poem by Chuck Audette

The End Of The Road

Rating: 4.8


The living go whizzing
right on by
dodging the
puddled possum pie

Laugh if you dare
but he had a Goodyear.

He got all he desired
til he found he was tired.

He worked real hard
til he got tarred.

Is he playing dead?
Who knows?
Well, maybe the crows..
It certainly seems
they'll have him come clean.

If he's reincarnated
will he be a grump
if he comes back
as a speed bump?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
R H 05 July 2006

You PUNdit (hey, is that a double pun? ? !) Your poetry definitely has a good mood enhancing effect. :)

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Esther Leclerc 06 May 2006

This may be the most respect the lowly 'possum ever gets! Just passed a pasted one post-haste yesterday. Punny fun, Chuck! Est : ]

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Tara Crown 16 March 2006

Haha..always the clever one Chuck...this peice is a gem...I love the way your mind works! ~smiles~ Tara

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Lea Simpson 01 February 2006

Call me old fashioned, but I don't usually find roadkill funny. This is a great exception!

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Chuck Audette

Chuck Audette

Poetry Hell, Vermont
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