Word Riot
In my small spiral notebook
I've written this poem about
three burning candles roasting
a dead mule peddling furiously
on his green tricycle to escape
becoming the honored inductee
into an old fashioned Yankee
pot roast and I'd feel sorry but...
I've got dibs on his red hat.
Scott Malby
Posted over on
A Little Poetry
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