silly putty

Plum Plucker

I’m a plum plucker from Tennessee.
Actually, I never made it to Tennessee,
was from Nine-o-sea.
I’m really an escapee
from a Silly Putty factory.
At night when I go to bed
I lay in my big egg shell.
Human by day,
Silly Putty by night.

Lady read that at Saturday’s open circle poetry gathering at the Brandt Gallery, and after she finished I told her I liked it.

She replied, “Well you should, it’s yours.”

I looked at it and said what do you mean, I don’t remember writing that.

“You didn’t write it, you said it to me and I wrote it down.”

So I stole it back from her, a free poem for the taking.