Fall Work

Fall Work

When leaves fall

I hear my mother say

Oh, get the rake

For goodness sake

You're going to rake today.

I get the rake

And hope

Soon I'll get a break

Three bags are full

(This job is dull)

I don't know what happened...I guess the poem wasn't working for me. There appear to be some later additions, but they're as bad as the rest of it. Oh well, not every at bat can be a home run.