Possum Opens Roadside Therapy Stand, Charges in Leftover Pie
Ma said, “That critter’s got degrees?”
As Possum blinked from under trees.
Pa paid in crust, got deep advice,
“Your tractor’s sad–go roll the dice.”
Lou cried while feeding him a tart,
Granny sobbed about her heart.
The preacher came with sins to list,
Left holding pie and feeling blissed.
Each session came with calming screech,
And a hug that smelled like swampy peach.
Possum wore a vest of leaves,
And quoted Freud beneath the eaves.
Now city folks drive far and wide,
To share their grief and fruit-based pride.
The line wraps twice ’round broken signs,
For wisdom sweet in sticky lines.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on November 29, 2023 by Alan Nafzger