Sos
Patient was tarred by the new angle
A warning signal
Became the new rock and roll
In this injury toll
Spark plug
Was whirling around down the mug
With a smug
How come?
Those eyelashes became glum
Millions of toes stood up, danced to the beat of the drums
Just this once, they ...hmm...
But why, a straight thumb
Pointed at that rhumb
Behind the bay rum
So...how come?
Grasses needs to bum
A plum
Until the their roots go numb
Copyright © Esther Yau | Year Posted 2019
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