Poet's Corner

I Saw It on My Very Street

by Brent Johnson, Clam Gulch

I saw a buffoon

in a hot air balloon.

Happily flyin'

with his pet porcupine.

They were bungee jumpin'

wasn't that somethin'?

I saw quite a group

right off Cohoe Loop.

They had awe on their faces

watching submarine races.

Just staring at nothin'

wasn't that somethin'?

I saw the bouncer, alert

in a modest T-shirt.

She had a petite appetite

with a pronounced underbite.

She was bouncing the drunken

wasn't she somethin'?

I saw an old fart, he

was voting his party.

Well the Rs and the Ds

are like a disease.

Uncle Sam is a-slumpin'

isn't that somethin'?

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