Sonnet to the City Folk (God Bless the Storks)

 

A two-drinks-too-many stranger spun

his tall red chair to me, with hopes

of continuing our small talk and fun.  

But making a silly question out of an old trope

two-drinks-too-many stranger dares to ask me 

(with this city being what he means) he says, So what are you doing here?

Silly Mr. two-drinks-too-many, I’m here doing what the storks told me!

You see, they dropped me here to collect all my breaths and my tears. 

And to use them to feed the trees in the concrete.  

But you see Mr. two-too-many I’m still here because I can’t leave. 

From all that time and all those trees, I started growing concrete roots on my feet! 

And I called every doctor but they just wouldn’t believe. 

So Mr. two-drinks-too-many, I guess what I’m doing here is waiting to see 

If they’ll find a cure, or if they’ll name a street after me.