poetry from the antarctic
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Caution –Contains hot liquid
Down at the park
God tossed big sticks
to his favourite dogs
picking mushrooms
to boil in a tasty goulash
he invited me for supper
I had no appetite then
but wished him
bon appetit
as I sipped
a takeaway
Latte
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