If I was...

 

a Husky, I would be on a team pulling

a sled through the snow strenuously.

If was a harvest moon, I would shine and

may inspire lovers to spoon romantically.

Were I a tune, all day long, someone

could hum me melodiously.

If I was a fox, the hen house would be

enticingly open game for me.

And as a skyscraper I could rise stories

high over the city gracefully.

Had I been made of sandpaper, I would

be gritty and rough as could be.

But now being the man, old and gray,

I turned out to be snippy and curmudgeonly.

If I was Jefferson, heads, and buffalo,

tails, I’d still be old and wouldn’t be

worth a plug nickle monetarily.

Inflation, you know. That’s the way it goes.

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Chris Hanch 12-27-2022