Friday, October 7, 2011

Ode to a car what Tertius and I saw in the parking lot of the closed A&P on the Boston Post Road in Port Chester.

O car.
How green you would be,
Were you not a Hummer,
Were you not a stretch Hummer,
Were you not a deep-pink stretch Hummer.
Which kind of rules out the green bit anyway.

(This poetry kick is pie. I'd have another one for you if I could find a rhyme for "Nantucket.")


  1. Thank you. Don't forget to tip your waitress, I'll be here all my life.