It was such a lovely day
Till I stumbled in the way
Of a van that carries vinegar to stores.
When I glared up at the man—
Operator of the van—
He said, “Vinegar, it never rains but pours!”
Now a skunk was standing by.
And I thought that I would cry
From the vinegar that sprayed and soaked my clothes,
When the driver kindly yells,
“Watch that animal. It smells!”—
And the skunk ran off, a hankie to her nose.
J. Patrick Lewis, "Vinegar". Copyright © 2011 by J. Patrick Lewis. Reprinted by permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd.
Poems by J. Patrick Lewis