Roofs

I never have seen a vagabond who really liked to roam
All up and down the streets of the world and not to have a home:
The tramp who slept in your barn last night and left at break of day
Will wander only until he finds another place to stay.

Fisherman Catches Woolly Mammoth on a Fly

" This must be a record, " he thinks. But when he herds his catch into his truck, and drives to Fish & Game, they tell him, " This isn't a walleye or a trout. It's not even a gar. Just throw it back. "
That takes some work — it weighs a ton, seems to be growing, and has started trumpeting — but he gets it to the river, shoves it, tusks first, into a deep pool, then sits, panting, fascinated by the way green lichens on the rock mirror the mountains overhead.

Epigram

" Reincarnating Pythagoras, say:
How shall the new-shaped Marcus greet his day?"
" Who's he?" " That kidnapper of scoundrel mind,
That late seducer of the male kind,
That " pilfering, perverted paedophile " ,
To borrow Lucilius' lofty style."
" Oh, him. No bull nor hippocamel he;
A dung-beetle shall nasty Marcus be!"

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