The Tale Of The Yoplait Skunk Poem by Bill Grace

It came, it saw, the container it thought it conquered
Held so fast that two days captive in it found no release
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Were before this quiet tragedy helpless to help.

This skunk who destroyed my day
And in the course of close heroics
Fortunately or by God's grace did not spray
Was last seen by neutral observer
Tapping out the distance by head towards another part of town.

From the trauma of this drama I have sincerely resolved
No more half finished yougurt cups
Will ever again in outgoing trash be allowed.