We played in the dirt
And you wiggled off my shirt
You were amusing for a while
With your agonizing smile
Now it's back to your wife
Your respectable life
You can think of what we did
When you're playing with your kids
My petunias are none of your business
I don't care if you think they're looking nice
My petunias are none of your business
I won't make the same mistake twice
You’re a weasel and a whiner
And a coward and a fool
You sit on the council
With the men who make the rules
It's a talky little town
And the stories always flow
I’m not really bothered
By what they think they know
My petunias are none of your business
Another man's gain will be your loss
My petunias are none of your business
Forget about my pumpkins and my squash
By Richard W. Bray
Tags: Jon Zander, Louise Erdrich, Love Medicine, Lulu Lamartine, Nector Kashpaw, Petunias, Poetry
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