Vinegar

It was such a lovely day

Till I stumbled in the way

Of a van that carries vinegar to stores.

When I glared up at the man—

Operator of the van—

He said, “Vinegar, it never rains but pours!”

Now a skunk was standing by.

And I thought that I would cry

From the vinegar that sprayed and soaked my clothes,

When the driver kindly yells,

“Watch that animal. It smells!”—

And the skunk ran off, a hankie to her nose.