Doting the Lines Between Oon and Ain
i walked on the moon
and called down rain.
I woke in the noon and
all i feel is pain
i ate with a spoon and all
i made was a stain
i watched a cartoon and
there was a dragon to
train.
I am part of a platoon but
really what did i gain.
I played with a a baboon
and i got traped with its
chain.
I played the buffoon and
nearly missed my train.
I threw a happoon not to
kill but to restrain.
I will be back soon i said
over again.
I crossed a lagoon but i
was soaked in the rain.
I watched the harvest
moon in the waters of
the fountain.
I was at a saloon but this
idea i cannot entertain.
I sawa typhoon once but
it was a dream and i was
in Spain.
I made a cocoon this i did
with disdain.
Copyright © Frederick Lokko | Year Posted 2013
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