The Doggerel Days Of Summer Revisited

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The Doggerel Days of Summer

Oft on a still summer evening
I take my doggerel
for a long, long walk

looking for rhymes
in all the wrong places.

I bring with me
a small, beige, plastic bag.
When I finish the poem I’m composing
I place the poem in the plastic bag
and deposit the bag
in a trash can deep in the forest

a trash can known to all the local poets
a trash can where moon always rhymes with June
a trash can where clouds
are as fluffy as mashed potatoes.

where the evening sun is a red ball

that dies in the western sky.

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25 thoughts on “The Doggerel Days Of Summer Revisited”

  5. kim881's avatarkim881

    I love this, Jim, especially ‘I take my doggerel for a long, long walk looking for rhymes in all the wrong places’. I’m off to look for that magic trash can! This poem reminds me a bit of Brian Bilston’s poetry.

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