The Squirrel and IA Poem by Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey
I walked across Civic Park
Under the coolness of The Sunkist Orange rich sun That was moments from setting From the distance I must Have looked like a moving tree To a frisky grayish brown squirrel After all I stand a whooping Six feet four inches So with a brisk deliberate Purposeful stride going That frisky squirrel got in my way He stood up on his two back legs And stared up at me I stood still as he got back down On all fours He came a little closer To my unscuffed Wheat colored boots That were similar To the mud colored ones That colored his paws A brownish burnt Cornbread tintish color He sniffed around me And then headed to A more desirable tree At that moment I guess I was offended Because he barked up The wrong tree and then Told me in his own Way that I didn't Smell good Now I am thinking To myself Hum he Would make a good Hat or a good Cornish Hen You know in our world Everything taste like chicken © 2015 Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. DorseyReviews
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4 Reviews Added on February 6, 2015 Last Updated on February 6, 2015 AuthorJerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. DorseyPolitically InCorrect, LAAboutI have been writing since I was 9. I specialize in freeverse poetry and have cut my teeth on Political and Socially Conscious subject matters. My poetry is not for everyone but anyone who hungers and .. more..Writing
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