Poem Hunter
(12 February 1923 - 3 September 2003 / New York City, New York)


Poem By Alan Dugan

I know but will not tell
you, Aunt Irene, why there
are soap suds in the whiskey:
Uncle Robert had to have
A drink while shaving.

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Comments (9)

Well, he told her anyway, didn't he? And the title Elegy is facetious, for this short little poem is anything but melanchly!
It helps, with all of the close shaves in life...
In the whiskey! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Funny and beautiful. A nice little poem on the go. Thanks for the sharing. 10++
It is a beautiful poem on fun and humour having nice depiction and haunting expressuon. Congratulations to his soul for poem of the day.