My Date With Florence Becker Lennon Poem by M.L. Squier

Feeling bad I told her I had reached level
Zero and offered her some of my ginger beer.
We were going to see Bergman's
The Magic Flute and I told her I hoped it
would cheer me up.
On our way down the sidewalk I saw
An empty gerbil cage with its door open.
Except for a little pile of hay inside
Where had the poor little gerbil gone
I wondered at the stoplight.
For opera the movie was ok but
life still exists on the streets
Like that sad-looking gerbil cage door open
on the street.