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.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008
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