Lines to One Who Ever Suspects
Stop chasing rabbits down my hedge! Suppose
A fair, slim man like you I do enclose
Within the gem. You think you have a clue!
You smell a rabbit! (At the hedge's end
He'll change, I swear, into a porcupine!)
You are the man. And in all verse of mine
You can be seen. Stand back! You need not bend
Olfactory so close. You have no edge
On me. When I am done, the man I show
Is patched-up out of all the men I know.
They too might chase a rabbit down my hedge.
P.S. This is the only verse of mine
In which the rabbit does not change to porcupine,
__Margaret E. Haughawout.
Margaret E. Haughawout
(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)