Shorty George inherits a wooden bowl,
his double-great grandmother painted
an ancient Norwegian design inside and out.
Shorty gets a grinder, takes it down
to raw wood inside and out,
and rubs in mineral oil.
Now, he says,
I have a proper salad bowl,
inside and out.
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3 comments:
Now I want to know more about a man who would refashion his inheritance. Interesting poem. Thank you for sharing this.
Yousei: we are all Shorty George
Once again I love the names you come up with in your poems. Amen to the salad bowl, by the way.
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