Autobiographical Reflection

by Freemont Perot

I'm sitting here in Boston
It's really late, God knows,
Looking for ways to work in the phrase
"The dog ate mother's toes."

It seems a simple challenge
To which many of us rose
In fact this'll make poem one-eighty-eight
With "the dog ate mother's toes."

(Aside: There were, in fact, 186 poems on the site at the time that I finished writing this. I kept refreshing the page and waiting to pounce, which I did the moment after #187 was posted. Not that anybody else would have cared, but I wanted this to be accurate.)

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