Knot Hole Poem by Ray Hansell

I went out to my backyard
To have me a smoke
That's when I heard
The Knot Hole as it spoke

I couldn't believe my ears
I couldn't believe my eyes
A talking fence
Now that was quite a surprise

As I puffed on my joint
Staring straight ahead
Listening to every word
That Mr. Knot Hole said

He told me buds are no good
Especially the kind I was smoking
He said, I should find a hobby or two
Instead of sitting around just toking

He said, if you keep doing that
It may become an addiction
So, if you keep on smoking buds
That will be my prediction

You will hit rock bottom
With such a thud
You'll regret the day
You picked up that bud

Your life will unravel
It will spin out of control
Remember you heard it from me
Your friend Mr. Knot-Hole


6-2-19/RjH