Poetry

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Crazy little squirrel,

as you scurry up a limb

you might consider for a moment

what you climb upon a whim

I must admit, I'm flattered

and I relish your attention

but I'm also somewhat pained

to be your object of ascension

So, I quietly implore you

to consider where you vaunt

although I have a trunk and limbs,

these aren't the nuts you want.

-- Anonymous

This item appeared in the Backpage section of the September 22, 1995 issue.

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