Tuesday, May 19, 2015

The Busy Suburbanite



He spades the ground at early morn
To plant his lettuce beets and corn,
     The blithe suburbanite;
Gets half a breakfast, sprints like fun
To catch his train upon the run,
     The hot suburbanite.

He worries through the day somewhat,
His mind upon his garden plot,
     The tired suburbanite;
He hurries home with blood aglow
And seizes mower, hose and hoe
     Refreshed suburbanite.

Week in week out he does the same,
Till Autumn finds him weak and lame;
     Played-out suburbanite.
You ask him why, he’ll make reply:
“My neighbor does and so must I” –
     Misled suburbanite.



May 19, ‘06


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