Late Night Babble
Wishing on a star,
I wanted a car;
But a horse walked by;
Winked its’ big brown eye;
And I had a ride.
The night is late
My horse just ate;
This poem’s sure,
Full of manure.
Still I write
In the night;
Though I’ve not
One thing
To say;
NON.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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