Ins And Outs Of Life

The melons now are out of sight,

     The fodder’s in the shock;

The summer hats are garnered in,

     The ulster’s out of hock.

The summer girl is back in town,

     The landlord he is out.

No more the welcome open car

     Hums on the trolley route.

The summer verse is in again,

     The winter rhymes are out;

Thanksgiving day is drawing near,

     The turkeys growing stout.

‘Tis all these ins and outs of life

     That make us swear like sin;

With ice bills just a going out,

     Coal bills are coming in.

Nov. 8, ‘96

Camb’ Press,

Oct. 2, ‘97