Subject: Can't You Smell That Smell?
Teach long enough and you will see everything.
This morning there was a rabid skunk
outside the door
just outside my room.
It was walking around in a tight circle,
occasionally falling over,
and just, in general,
stumbling along in a daze.
Eventually, the police came up
and shot the deranged rodent.
It had already filled the halls
with that peculiar rural piquance
that is so utterly charming.
The entire school, thereby, is redolent
with a certain bucolic "freshness."
Upon being shot, the animal
delivered a benedictory blast,
and we shall,
have to live with the memory
of the beast
for some time to come.
I think it sounds a little like Billy Collins, don't you? Is it any wonder I love Billy? He reminds me of my husband.
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