Art, Humor, Life, Poetry

The Puzzled Flowers of Monument Creek

(About less than 1 minute read)

So Helen launched a thousand ships
And everyone’s impressed with that:

But I say, “Well, look what she had to work with.
Suppose she’d been stuck in Colorado

With not an ocean to speak of.
Just a rubber duck flotilla

Launched on Monument Creek
To raise money for charity.

You see them there you know,
Each Spring the beautiful Helens

With a thousand wanton flowers in their eyes
Standing on the banks of the Monument,

Looking out across that creek
At all those rubber ducks:

Thinking of ships, perhaps,
And puzzled.

Note: Reposted from March 11, 2007

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