Hurricane Haiku

Sweat dripping from brow

Raking leaves into a bag

Branches puncture bag.



Hefty makes weak bags

But it's all I have right now.

Raking never stops.



Limbs and leaves all o'er

Got to clean this big mess up

'Fore the lawn guys come.



Knowing them, they won't

Clean up the mess from Rita

Without charging more.



As big "blow jobs" go,

Rita was, shall I just say,

Unsatisfying.



But mostly, I'm glad

That nobody local died.

Especially us.



And glad we didn't

Have to depend upon that

Crappy gen'rator ...

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peebugg said…
You like raking leaves don't you......
1:36 PM
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