You stood at the end of the driveway for more than a year.
Guarding the home,
From what I do not know.
One day, you finally moved
To a dwelling in the dark
Where feather boas
and other disguises hid your true appearance.
After years in the dark
A shed became your home
A shed in the driveway
Where renovaters impersonating home designers
Threw you away
Far away from home
The land fill
You now call home
But to us your home
Was here
In the driveway
Dearest Raoul,
Your body is gone but your spirit remains.
This little diddy is for Raoul.
The ever faithful lawn jockey who used to live at my get away and hide home until he was brutally ripped away without so much as a goodbye.
At least we have the comfort of knowing that you are eternally with Warf.
We will always have your memory and pink feather boa.
Peace Out Raoul.
3 comments:
oh my gosh I don't know whether to laugh or cry...
I was just thinking about good ol Raoul the other day and wondering where we would have put him if he'd lived through the deconstruction.
ah, the pain lingers....
I don't know where Raoul would go either but I do know that he would want us to put a pirate eye patch on him to celebrate the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie.
Ah. Even more painful! Raoul!!!
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