Dig Dag Dug

By Jim Bruce

This is a poem I wrote some time back. The title often changes, as does the ending. I like the way words sound together and I like silly ideas expressed in this manner.

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I dug a little hole, into the sullen ground.

I dug a little deeper, and this is what I found.

I found that if I dug, that I could dig some more.

And no matter how deep I dug, all I dug was floor.

As I dug the digging, the dugging got quite rich.

Passing past a hole, I had a canyon not ditch.

But I had dug myself a problem, deep within the muck.

At the bottom of the digging, I’d dug deeply stuck

For I was at the bottom, to steep too now climb out.

And none could hear my whining, my shrill and desperate shout.

I conceived then a solution, admittedly perverse.

I’d remove myself from cavern, by digging in reverse.