SunWe, 02/02/04 GROUNDHOG DAY

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A groundhog with face furred and pointed,

Who awoke feeling limp and disjointed,

With a lurch did arise

To peer out at the skies

Then returned to his lair disappointed.

He’d carefully scanned hillock and meadow

Searched long but in vain for his shadow.

As wind ripples and rifts

Whipped snow into drifts

He burrowed back down in his bed-o.

Said his goodwife Marmota Monax

“Hold on, while I tell you the facts.

For months you’ve been snoring

I find that so boring

I could snip off your snout with an ax.”

Said he, “Six more weeks of your grumbling,

Your kvetching, and whining and mumbling

Will scrape my nerves raw

As a saber toothed saw.

Now go stuff your head in a dumpling.”

As she scratched at an itch with a thistle

She pondered his penchant to bristle.

“No need to get crabby

You silly old tabby.

Snore on if you must.  Just don’t whistle.

When spring came at last–as it will

While the sun warmed each hassock and rill

With a pretty pink bow round her neck

Mrs. Marmot stepped out on the deck

And then gazed all around with a thrill.

Said Herr Groundhog, “Well, what did you see?”

“A blue sky, new leaves on the tree.

Come see the shadows

And the birds in the meadows.”


“I will but, first, please pour some tea.”

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I’m from a few cellsConjoined on a cold January nightBy two tired people (homeless from a recent fire) seeking comfort,Giving little thought to the resultant child, Last of the litter,Whose arrival nine months later would be as

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