Wile E. Coyote Poem by Matthew Coombe
Wile E. Coyote
The long battered muzzle
sickly yellow eyes
and that unintended toothless sneer
are surely the result
of a lifetime of struggle and defeat.
If it is true that God loves a trier
then what better example than he?
Canine cannons litter the canyon
but on he goes undeterred.
Even as he plummets to the ground
he is thinking of his next big idea
which we all know will end
in a long descending whistle
a dull and distant thud
and of course
a tiny plume
of smoke.
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4/27/2024 7:58:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beep, Beep! Was it a semi or a jeep That did our hero in? No. Was just another of Nature's kin. But will he ever learn That risk he must spurn And be dependent on what comes his way Even if it means that he has less to say. No, the poor deluded fool Never practices what he learned in school And tries, and tries again To find another way to win. We're all brothers to Wily E. When we rush about wiillie, nillie Seeking to avoid the disasters of the day (Yet knowing that we all must pay!) How about me selling you some bank stock? s