Afternoon At The Getty
With girls like wild raccoons I rollick,
by gershon hepner
uncaged, yet often suffer colic
by biting off more than I chew;
to whom should I cry out, “Adieu”?
On sunny LA afternoons
my ex and I are like raccoons,
and hyper, being hyperbolic,
like freshmen friends we’re free to frolic.
I hope that you’ve enjoyed this ditty
written quickly at the Getty,
in the sunshine, sitting pretty,
proud of her who is not petty.