A Quick Snack At the Poetry Grill
(One Small Poem! Half Baked!)
A small verse dear garcon, make it medium rare,
For my dentures aren't tight! Is that plain?
And I'm adverse to thought and emotions quite bare,
So hold belfry bats (please) in the main,
Life seems "Trumped" up enough, his orange combover fright!
Best to give my digestion a chance,
With Orwellian fake news, whose sleeping at night?
Will the nation survive his bromance?
Small hands served on the side, please, I’d like them best fried,
His germs haven't a chance then in hell!
Quite sure all hands "felt up," “great” appointments just died,
But postmortem new books should be swell!
Long Tooth
April 17, 2018
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