The Poet

For Anna Jean Denson, Girl Scout Were I selling Cookies as a Scout, I wouldn’t cheat because HEY I’m no lout. I’d never kick and cry and pout, But I’d all of my considerable clout, To sell cookies until we ran out! I’d leap out of my lake like a trout. I’d yodel and holler and shout. I’d oink like a pig from my snout. I’d play whale, surface and spout. I’d eat cookies until I was stout. I’d become a boxer and win every bout. But is it for a good cause? Are you kidding? YES! There’s no doubt! From Auntie Susan, Poet