It seems that rescue is a way of life. I had a friend years ago who said, in an evaluation, that I would find the good in any scumbag. This was good, she said, often. But sometimes there is no good. I still disagree with her, over 27 years later.
We bought a pumpkin on Saturday,
It needed a home.
We call it
A plotz pumpkin,
Affectionately
Of course.
It looks partially
Melted
In a pumpkin kind of way.
No way it can stand up straight.
No way to carve it.
We scoured the patch
To find
A pumpkin with character.
This one fit the bill.
We do this every year.
This year we have a plotz pumpkin
With character
And a companion pumpkin
Full of warts.
Thank God we have an artificial Christmas tree.
We cart it up from the basement
Every year.
Years ago we got it on discount.
It was the going model
From two years before.
Who knew they had models?
At least we don*t have needles
All over the carpet;
We are attracted to real trees
With character.
At least with the model from 14 years ago,
There is a place to hang
Years and years worth
Of ornaments.
The cat we got from the animal shelter
Is still going strong.
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