Ode To A Glove

This came to me today while working in the yard.

I thought that I would never see,
Something that’s used in surgery;
Be handy when you prune a tree,
And also keeps us warm.

When it don’t fit, we must acquit,
It’s different from a catcher’s mitt;
Big part of Jacko’s old outfit,
Five fingers is the norm.

Some are black and some are blue,
No matter what your favorite hue;
There’s many jobs this thing can do,
Depending on the form.

So let’s not stand here in the grass,
Why not go raise a pint size glass;
And act as if we’ve got some class,
Before mosquitoes swarm.

Stay tuned for the "Leaf Rake" Sonnet.