Care to view a little 'leaf' in cheek?
Go stuff those apples you know where
take that white stuff with you too
for I didn’t order any of that crap
I’m quite fine with greens and blues
Wax poetic you will, go sweep my walk
Wasted energy, these gooey autumnal odes
Romance does not live on dead leaves
or rotted flowers, and frost bit fruit
Go ahead take up the collection, I’ll move
Gladly will I donate my rakes and blowers
gutter guards, warming blankets, etc., etc.
Go I will, laughing at your maudlin lines
But first a peek at least one last time
at those colors that fall paints upon her world!