Standing
firm on guard for thee,
we
coalesce to make our plea,
and
while the horse has left the barn,
we
need to know who sold the farm;
An
enterprise whose smell pervades,
the
waters and its everglades;
whose
genesis just boggles minds,
while
mares will watch their bare behinds;
Where
was sense when pique prevailed,
impending
storms but off she sailed;
did
due diligence lose its way,
which
brought us to this fatefull day?
Enquire,
ye learned minds, of why,
the
Muskrat ever got its bye;
of
what its tail might yet reveal,
if
all else fails, it's sex appeal.
Bob LeMessurier
St. John's
St. John's
April
9, 2018
