Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Limerick

The Poet, ‘neath a Tree

There once was a great man named Poet,
He sat, ‘neath a tree, with Bob- his pet.  
He would wish all the time
That he could write a rhyme, 
But instead settled for cigarette.

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