by steve porter
although I'm afraid I miss your nature inspired poetry!
I am unsure of what the poem is about steve, I have enjoyed your poetry before, this one escapes me <grin> no vote for this may be a good poem <grin>
He's afraid of a helicopter. Oh, my! It must be the big, bad, black-clad stormtroopers small minds like Steve always fear, though they have never spoken to anyone who has actually seen any. And now he's going to watch out for them. This would be a humorous piece of...well...nothingness if anyone took it seriously.
Poor little eunuch has probably never left the town that hatched him, while the rest worry about the world war that's currently raging.