With apologies to Robert Frost. Oh, and to Humblebub ... hey, I had to drop her somewhere...
Whose woods these are I think I know
I don’t intend to cause him woe;
Hope no one sees me stopping here
To drop this skunk off in the snow.
The little beast is filled with fear
No den under my shed this year
A dark ride in a scary trunk
Released without a building near.
Go, make a lair in barn or junk
And propagate the species skunk;
You can’t stay underneath my shed
And generate malod’rous funk.
Before she leaves, she turns her head
Her dignity in pieces shred
If looks could kill, I would be dead
If looks could kill, I would be dead.
Your little skunk must think it's queer
to stop without a farmhouse near
She would ask if there was some mistake
(her memory is long, I fear.)
she has miles to go before you sleep
back unto your house, she seeks.
and you will smell her when she comes
Rox will find her "malo'drous funk"...
most fun...
(I liked your version better... Bravo!!) :)
Posted by: Laura | March 18, 2005 at 12:16 PM
I memorized that poem back in Grade 4 (the original version albeit, not the one about the skunk--very well done, I must add) and I can often be found mumbling the poem after seeing a lovely fall of snow anywhere, or when thinking of horses.....
I liked your picture too, of the little skunk scurrying off into the woods--I hope you weren't sprayed in the process!! That would be pretty awful!!
Posted by: Effie | March 18, 2005 at 12:50 PM
Nope, Effie. The skunk trap doesn't allow them to lift their tails. No lifted tail, no spraying ... pretty low-tech, but it works a treat!
Posted by: Nils | March 18, 2005 at 01:42 PM
Dear Poet Laureate:
Aww, you're such a good guy to let Madame LePew go safely on her smelly way! We've always had skunks in our yard, and coexisted very peacefully, until we got bad dog Snickers. He had unfortunate encounters with the LePew family four times in a year. Notice I didn't say "smart dog Snickers." Before that, I had several within-three-feet encounters with skunks in my yard, and the matter was always solved with both of us agreeing to back slowly away and scamper in different directions. I think skunks are kinda purty, too. Always wanted a de-glanded one for a pet.
Okay, I'll stop rambling. I really miss Dooce's comment board when it's fun and crap free!
Posted by: Bucky Four-Eyes | March 19, 2005 at 10:55 PM