Danni composing poetry
April is National Poetry Month, so in observance of that, I sat down and whacked out this poem for our Schwan’s delivery guy who keeps all us out here in the country from missing out on frozen delights. (And apologies to E.B. White for riffing off his excellent title, The Trumpet of the Schwan, I mean, Swan.)
Trumpet of the Schwan Man
You blow into my driveway my heart drops to my toes.
Is there money in the bank account?
The Good Lord only knows.
Your rural delivery brings us our ice cream,
Still, showing pictures of your six kids?
That’s really kinda mean.
Then you say, how you feelin’ bout those Signature Bars?
On sale just today…Buy ’em, try ’em,
You’ll thank your lucky stars.
I stand consid’ring your six kids, my dog sniffs your knees,
I sure don’t want your poor kids to starve,
Give me this and that, please.
Driving away, you seem sad! My guilt is pretty rough,
I only dropped eighty bucks this time,
Please…was that not enough?
As always, thanks so much for reading, now go read some real poetry during April! God bless all y’all and enjoy Matt Redman doing his awesome 10,000 Reasons (Bless the Lord).