A Story Too Rich
If I were rIch I’d live just here, and
enjoy the bliss of “no bills to fear “
we’d toast our crumpets by the fire
and watch the rooks play on the
distant church spire: and ajacent…
I’d build a trust house for the poor
and broke, placing signs in the garden
saying…
“PLEASE DON’T SMOKE!
Around the perimeter… a barb wire fence, to keep
out preachers and those who are tense…and in
the middle, a barbecue for Kobi steaks, and a garden
for poets who write about “Missouri Breaks”
If your'e with me there's no need to move, honey-baby
sugar, we're in the groove!
What a house! What a lawn! and Everest out the
window…. seen at dawn!
3/11/15
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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