The Poetry Page -- Minnesota SUCKS!
The Minnesota Poetry Page
©2000, 2001 David R. Monk
North Woods Wiper Blades
My dear woodsman yon,
Crouched so low in the pillowy layers
Of the green antique Carpet.
With chiggers and gnats
Lapping your Lapland.
Why not with all your heart,
Be more woodsy still,
And brown the crust
of your secret dugout.
Instead of TP-ing the front porch
of the gray timberwolf.
Added 5/20/2000
Sunday Service
I go to a church in Wisconsin,
I go to a church in Wisconsin,
I go to a church in Wisconsin,
'Cause then there'll be booze to buy!
Added 5/20/2000
Local Losers