Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Ode to a Dustpan

Blue and square
with flattened face
I could swear
I know your taste

Hint of mint
a touch of cherry
These are scents
of my cousin Larry

Your handle firm
attached to broom
covered in germ
from about the room

Beware dustbunny
Be vigilant, wee trash
be quickly run-ey
or be abashed

What is abashed
Is that the right word? (Put that there)
Taken and trashed
Like a worm by a bird

A worm I guess that the bird doesn't want, I guess.
Cause don't birds like worms? Don't they eat them and such?
Well, eaten and and trashed are neither more nor less
And arguing about it seems kind of butch.