Today’s words are: brittle, aluminium foil, polaroid, salt and britttle.
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The Collector
He wore matt blue Polaroid sunglasses,
had a penchant for peanut brittle
and was the lone crusader for skunks.
The mell of a skunk, he declared,
is not unpleasantl
and people who described someone as
drunk as a skunk
don’t know what they were talking about.
He put up posters saying that
the skunk was a friendly animal,
quite unlike his cousins the weasels,
who were not, in any case,
as bad the reputation they had acquired
from a certain Mr Toad and, more surprisingly,
a Mr Badger, in a book called Wind in the Willows.
He intended to sue a Mr Kenneth Graham
for the circulation of libellous literature.
His love of skunks dates to when
one entered his house through the cat flap
and settled down to sleep with his cat.
This skunk, which he named Sylvester,
stayed, but after the first night, he
lived in a woodpile in his back yard.
After Sylvester died, he took plaster casts
of his paws, wrapped his body in aluminium foil,
put it in a crate, packed the crate with salt
and then placed it in his freezer.
