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Sticker Burrs: A Poem
for Richard and Leslee
Lurking in the toes of socks
Hiding within suitcases
Crippling my dog’s paws
Cruel mirth when we make faces
Sticker burrs, small and vicious
Insidious in nature
Prowling for a shoebare foot
Gloating over prey injured
Sly hitchhikers from outside
Firmly fix to every surface
Winter’s cold eases harsh bite
But Summer’s heat breeds ruthless
Barbed thorns like tiny daggers
Leave mean punctures in soft skin
Our sharp agony delivers
Pleasure twin to carnal sin
We dust the red from boots
And hope to quit them a while
But time reveals the sore truth
One sneaked in the laundry pile
xoxo,
Meghan
So true, so true!! OUCH!
I knew you’d appreciate that one. 🙂
Love it❤️
Thanks, cousin!
So perfectly descriptive! Love it!
Thank you! I had fun writing it.
When I was a young boy back in the Stone Ages, we (boys) of the neighborhood used to arm ourselves with these “stickers on a stem” and have fights with them. Slap some foe across the back with one of these little monsters, and you will really make an impression. We also had BB gun fights, where pellet rifles and CO2 rifles were within bounds. Kids grew up tough (or fast) on North Street………………or moved.
Oh, damn! Y’all were rough!
And I absolutely loved the poem…………well phrased.
Thanks, Pat! It was a fun to write. I caught myself giggling at my desk multiple times throughout the week with that one. 🙂