Thank You, I Have a Hobby Already
Isn't it frightfully funny of me
To lie in the gutter and drink Russian tea?
How do you think I got in this state,
Reading the entrails congealed on my plate?
Happiness springs to my lips in a song—
`Pop Goes the Weasel' doesn't take long.
Singing with passion, I wait for the sound
Of spiders descending on wires to the ground.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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