What's That
What’s That ?
It’s long and square
There’s a wheel and a pin
It’s lost and rare
And a champion makes it spin
It’s blue and gold
Like a stallion running east
It’s best when cold
With fever from the yeast
It’s boiled in oil
For people on the run
It’s rolled in foil
And used as a gun
It’s in the end
That’s where it’s found
It’s there to tend
That square equals round
Copyright © Ray Mattos | Year Posted 2013
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