DO NOT SHOOT THE SHERIFF

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It was a large boulder the size of a small boulder,
no it was a pebble, it was a mountain of itself
and in the road there became the size
it needed to be, the large size but not
the largest, only the size of a small
boulder, in order to flummox the sheriff
who kept thinking he saw a large, no wait,
it was only a, no it was huge! no, no, it was
the size it needed to be, for its own
self-development, having been assigned
some rocky self-esteem work by, well, nevermind that,
the sheriff finally knew just what to say,
and the road was blocked, a pebble doing
the job of a small boulder
pretending to be large but the SIZE of small,
you see, and meanwhile, the Trooping Faeries
managed to cross the road altogether, once again,
safe, no one the wiser,
not even the sheriff.

This whimsy was written in playful response to a small news item headlined “A large boulder the size of a small boulder”, about a boulder blocking a road. Well, of course. Today, someone decided to censor this poem by ripping it down from the Greenway. Go figure.

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