Exceptional a poem Worlds : Mole World 5 by Bill Schott

In the yard, I had to laugh; I saw a mole was cut in half. There was not an ounce of sad to see him in two parts --too bad. But then, the top half started crawling; the sight, I say, was quite appalling. The hind part was still there at rest, that's how I like my dead moles best. But still the front of the mole moved, making the term death disproved. What kind of soulless, sinful force could animate this mole? Of course! It is an undead zombie mole, still psuedo-living, but not whole. What danger is this crawling wretch -- Wait! I know what I can fetch. This pitching wedge will be a goof; I'll chip that thing to my neighbor's roof. Woppfff! There goes the undead -- Splat! Wonder what is par for that?   Author Notes Image from Google Yes, I used 'sad' instead of 'sadness'. I'm dangerous.

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