Coo, Coo Ca-Choo
my world took flight with appetite
those bastions precisely planned
slowly collapsed and caved
on shifting drifting sand
you were the screen in my submarine
the rubber crutch on which I lean
holes in my boat letting water out
and the sour in cabbage kraut
dominos fall
when the clock strikes two
a shrew flew over my cuckoo
and the shrew that flew is you
Copyright © Howard Manser | Year Posted 2020
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