My raking chore was hampered thus:
The paper bag now caused a fuss.
It folded shut, and then collapsed;
I tried again; again, it lapsed.
My patience waned as battled waged:
Stand up and hold these leaves! I raged.
A passing jogger looked askance
And asked about the circumstance:
“You’re yelling at a paper sack?”
Of course I am! I shouted back.
It’s obvious — a reasoned choice;
’Cause when I spoke in normal voice
(And here’s the part that he’s been missin’)
The paper bag refused to listen!
Don Munday, firstname.lastname@example.org