Flipped open the mailbox ...

Then bent down low to reach in hand

My nose got whiff of some pot

(The unmistakeable scent hangs)   



A prank, perhaps, or something else

Whatever the reason, it's unwanted

The odor offends, quickening pulse

Stifling mind with a stupor undaunted



If you want to stay bright and alert

Stay away from all kinds of smoke

For they all null the senses and hurt

Best to keep your air clean - no joke!

  

- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

11:30am Sat. Oct. 24th, 1998