EPITAPH FOR A SKUNK
You crossed the road, and now you're gone,
no more to waddle 'cross my lawn.
O, little one with noxious stink—
you won't be coming back, I think.
© 2018 Cynthia Cotten. All rights reserved.
Click HERE to read this month's interview with J. Patrick Lewis and Jane Yolen. They have challenged us to write an epitaph poem—a funny or clever verse that might appear on your chosen subject's tombstone.
Post your poem on our February 2018 padlet. While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, February 23rd, and one lucky participant will win a copy of their morbidly humorous collection from Charlesbridge:
I love that this epitaph poem waddled onto the padlet, Cynthia! It's adorable, even with the noxious stink.
ReplyDeleteLove your voice letting him know he's unwelcome! "No more to waddle 'cross my lawn." I would be hopeful, too!
ReplyDeleteLove it! Would also like to consider a poem for the car that did the deed.
ReplyDeleteI don't think this "little one" will be missed!
ReplyDeleteMy daughter had an encounter with a skunk yesterday. She thought it was a baby but the body was just hiding in the bushes! Haha. Love your poem
ReplyDeleteNo Michelle but she is sure lucky she didn’t... she was checking to see if the “baby” skunk was hurt and got a huge surprise.. she was screaming and running!
ReplyDeleteKeep an eye out for where that skunk might be -- one waddled into our HVAC system, sprayed and (most unfortunately) croaked in our central A/C last year. Our skunk epitaph was *very* expensive!
ReplyDeletePosting this for Jane...
ReplyDeleteI am so taken with these ditties, I decided to honor them by playing along. Please don't take the little additions awry. Or maybe taken them with a slug of rye. (Me I drink sparkling the water!)
I'd add:
And though it's not a proven given,
I hope that you stink to high heaven.
--Jane
:)
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