Afternoon At The Getty

With girls like wild raccoons I rollick,
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.


by gershon hepner

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