A Brat's Reward
At the market Philbert Spicer
Peered into the bacon slicer—
Whiz! the wicked slicer sped
Back and forth across his head
Quickly shaving—what a shock!—
Fifty chips off Phil's old block,
Stopping just above the eyebrows.
Phil's not one of them thar highbrows.
From Cross Ties: Selected Poems
of Georgia Press, 1985), copyright
by X. J. Kennedy. For permission to
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