Banished, <br />to the smoker's corner, <br />oh, how lucky I am! <br />My vision rests upon feasts for the human eye; <br />there is the warm glow from the lamp, <br />casting its light upon the desk <br />and miniature birdhouses abound, <br />painted with sunflowers, cascading vines, <br />cute little birds and butterflies. <br />A glance out the window <br />to a landscape blanketed with trees. <br />Joker is in the corral, along with Andre, the goat, <br />Joker's pal. <br />Oh, yes, banished to the smoker's corner, <br />where a feast awaits the human eye.<br /><br />Barbara Haskell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/banished/
