Saturday, May 23, 2009

Poem 26


 

When round the curving road

The salmon and the toad

Come running in the spring

Sweet greetings for to bring -

Then hamburgers and fries

Will fall down from the skies;

Rivers will run red and green

With catsup, relish, onions keen

To grace our pallets, touch our lips

And live forever round our hips.

 

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