Summer Of A Dormouse Poem by gershon hepner

For dormice most of life is summer
for tortoises a lot of it is winter,
for poets cruel spring’s a bummer,
but fall is all you have if you are Pinter.

For cats all life is made for pleasure,
for dogs life’s purpose is to serve,
but poets who compose for leisure
don’t get rewards they all think they deserve.

Most readers tend to sleep like dormice
or like a tortoise when the air is cold,
and just when you think friends are being warm, ice
forms on their shells and you find out you’re old.


7/23/01