KIN of the Variety Pump…

They do look like those that buy,

Perhaps I see it because of the rye,

They sit there at a house; they don’t lie,

Wish they do that they could stretch out,

But its not in their genes, they are too roundabout…

Yeah I got kin of the variety pump,

We all do, as they do resemble us, not a stump,

They have just a face and head; they don’t need a rump,

So do go out & find the one you like, before they end up in the trash dump…

Per another poet here, they have this toothless grin,

Or maybe it is this time the drink they call gin,

A candle placed inside, better than light bulb within,

At the end of the season I will have lose my kin, much to my chagrin…

                        © ed ~ 10/25/04