Christine Mierisch


Overflowing out of the pail

all attempts to close the lid fail

The vegetable peelings I have the feeling

Have taken over the bench

Oh what a stench

The path to the compost

is an uphill battle

The heat from the sky unrelenting

But the journey I must make

even tho I bake

I go pale when I sight the Brown Snake

Stretched out in the sun

OH WHAT FUN I begin to run

I don’t fail to toss my pail

Sending a pledge to the veg

I’ll be back when I calm down


(anon “don’t ever run from a snake”)