Thursday, June 08, 2023
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (496)
IF THE LAST
If the last thing
you want is
a bullet hole,
don't go through
Chicago,
the old monk said.
~
I SAY
I say I'm German
but there might be
a little Polish,
the student told
the old monk.
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WHEN IT'S O
When it's o, o, o, o, o,
o, o, o, o, fifty-five
is the average,
the old monk warned.
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