Blisters
The autumn trees
Are leaving leaves
All over my whole yard
So I must rake
And rake and rake
The leaves the trees discard
I rake my yard
It’s really hard
It’s not worth all these troubles
I rake and sweat
until I get
these oozing blister bubbles
And then a breeze
Will wheeze the trees…
Again my yard is calling:
“The trees left leaves,
Roll up your sleeves
And rake! Why are you stalling?”
This wasn’t cool
Was I a fool
Although I went to college?
Because once more
Till blisters tore
I raked the former foliage
Now, blisters oozing
I am choosing
Sleep, for heaven’s sake!
but sleep won’t start
It breaks my heart
I lie here wide arake
