Saturday, January 19, 2013



After watching a post-apocalypse movie
your husband panicked, 
planted a survivor's garden
built a chicken coop
and filled it with a clucking chicken.

The garden bloomed one spring
then shriveled  under the 
blazing Florida sun.
The remains blew away with 
the pine needles of the fall.

But, the chicken coop still stands
and your children love to sprinkle
corn like confetti on the lawn.

Your oldest daughter 
who has the same sense of humor
as her father, named him Nugget.

When the horsemen come riding through town
she will be the first to heat the oil 
in the fryer. 

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